|Denslow's Humpty Dumpty|
When it became inconvenient to develop
symbiotic relationships with non-humans—
and human beings, too—minds in power devised
ways to divide us from the truth of our relations.
Therein lies the tale of our two souls, caged and free:
One we believe is free to love and one that longs
to be so free. One that forgets relationship
and one that needs above all else memory’s wings.
Do you hear laughter from the stands of trees? They mock
the irony of our dark fate, that we who have
the means to speak don’t know, and those who know can’t speak.
We are each other’s twin, the only healing salve.
And we create great hymns longing for unity,
and retell memories of our limitation
in pathos-filled plays that can provide catharsis
while half our souls still tries to get our attention.
Is this the old Pied Piper story that I tell?
Is our strength locked inside the mountain while we carve
the top? Or is it Humpty Dumpty’s story when
he falls and kings must wait for commoners to serve?
Therein lies the tale of our two souls, caged and free,
the irony of our shared fate, that we who need
to be whole can’t unite until we take back ourstories, until we enter them and refuse to bleed.
For Sumana's prompt
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Two Souls: Caged and Free
"You can cage the singer but not the song"--Harry Belafonte
(I've been trying to write this poem for two weeks! It still is not quite the troubling truth I feel, but it's a beginning.)
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© 2016 Susan L. Chast