Poetry from Ivan Fiske

The Song That Keeps Us Alive - Breathing

six feet in St. Moses' graveyard 
are bodies lurking in silence 
housing a voiceless nostril

Covid-19 & Ebola have muted many nostrils
in my country/Mama Liberia
her streets are soiled with many bodies gunshots & rapists stopped from singing

living is hard
this means: we're to teach our nostrils how to sing 
the same song repeatedly for longer without stopping

in the beginning
God implanted in us this song
in a way, our lungs will hold us alive for much longer

& in this world,
it's a sin not to sing - breathe.

let's get practical;
pause this second,
straw in a bundle of air 
hold it in your mouth & nostrils 
& blow it out gently; 

this is another way to let out your pain

& this is how we sing,
                             this is how we breathe.

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