Anger, I learned recently, is our
emotional response to injustice. Anger is
an invitation to tune ourselves to our
own moral compass: to align,
to calibrate our vision of what's Right
to our experience of it. In "working poems
to a sociality," the anger wells up
in righteousness to sound the call for justice,
not just for one, alone or in the small,
but sound the call of Justice, for everyone and all.
The working poems ask how Wrong corrupts
our lives, our loves, our joys. The working poems
demand that Work, employed, deployed, defined,
be work to right us back, push the evil
back and write the line. The working poems
call us to sociality. They call
us to commune with those we never knew,
but who are sisters, brothers, friends to us,
in passion suffering shared experience. The working
poems call us to show up, the working
poems call us to show up and do
the work that waited for us to be born,
to do the Work that we were born to do.
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