because poetry will criticize

because poetry will criticize
the legacy of my hands,
the erratic way it repressed,
undocumented a people
brown and proud— shame
crowns my head. my failure
to commit, neglected children
without milk and cookies,
left outside without blanket
or shelter… i pray for you
who dismembered the character
i embodied from head to toe;
you left entrails of my passion
scattered on the freeway, bumper
to bumper traffic, where i inched
forward endlessly to gather divine
inspiration as the heavens yield
it for its black birds circling
above me, waiting for my soul
to abandon completely the
tenderest of meats with a heart
still throbbing underneath
and make true the prophecy —
i shall feed before the enemy’s feet

poem©mrg 2/16/17