This poem is in response to a video taken of Uma Thurman during a red carpet interview, when asked her opinion on sexual assault. The video itself came on the wake of the #MeToo movement. And can be seen, here
That spark-iron scream of metal clenching
metal we recognize. that exhaust dead-
heat steam we recognize. that tectonic pressure
pulsing sinus, yes, we see you, Uma—
teeth pressed down like tunguska trees—
we see you. yes we, too, furnace that fire.
how tired those lungs must be pulling in
and in the air, fuming with chernobyl coals. waiting.
and isn’t that ancestral feminine?
one must abide. brides waiting for blood.
only we isn’t firebrides no more, no we
some deeper unsleeping combustion, and
you looking so Vesuvius, Uma.
Somebody gonna ask about your fissures?
gonna tempt the stone fury whilst your throat
fumes? go ahead and let’em. these temples
have ashed greater men than he. we temples
of righteous red rock, approaching critical mass.
like we seen this before. high holy men chanting
tomahawks down from sky, casting serpents into
our nests, vanishing tongues to smoke,
choked us, thought they broke us when we become
silent. but bedrock remembers. embers.
remedies old wounds, ready to summon the smoke.