when across God your prayers scratch
the surface of his face, smile
because the roots of your hatred
have bled again for you
and bleeds more as the blood drops
falling upon the bodies of the struggling ones
striving to live beneath the stone piles of hist'ries hates
history's continued battle-cries of the small or great
of the gods we all strive to imitate
and displace in the heaven of our immoral dreams
immortal plight playing at our feet as poisoned snakes

smile.  smile as the waters run
as the sun speaks to the haggling scars
kissing what would have been our horror-grace
waiting to rise with the buried one
now risen one
the buried one rising as our Sun


*...whatever rises up in her against society is also that which secretly is in league with it.
-Jean Sulivan

*Be suspicious of the rebel who uses her insurrection as stepladder.
-Jean Sulivan

*Destroy prejudices, liberate yourself, liberate me.
-Jean Sulivan

*Since it's useless to cry out, smile at yourself, since you're not so brave every day.
-Jean Sulivan