I’ve been asked what each poem and world are made of and might start here
and might end they are made of the same thing which is text
Poetry should avoid using that should avoid accusation as a poem is the guiltiest thing there is. Poems are cannibals, but they’re sorry.
You might be worried I think poems aren’t made of language.
No worries. Poems are made of language.
Do you think you’d know a cranberry seeing it for the first time without language? I’d say no. Then I’d gather all the red things and crush them into paint to show you and feel sorry. Because the cranberry would be gone.
At least you’d recognize the color. Do you think a cranberry intends to be a cranberry?
Let’s say Mother made the cranberry. Now what? Let’s say I’m writing this.
If we assume everything is simultaneously mother and mothered, how might a poem made of language indicate that without upsetting its conscience? How might a woman
You might be worried I think women are poems.
While women were once made of poems, most have realized poems are cannibals and are asking for their parts back.
But like I said, poems have consciences now.
A poem with a conscience realizes it shares material with the world and does not take without giving back. A poem with a conscience acknowledges the mother while rearranging the mothered’s skins on its back. A poem might spare the heart, a lymph node for instance.