NYU Black Renaissance Noire Fall 2013 - Page 142

By ADRIAN CASTRO The Society of Wailers There is no preparation for anguish Suddenly from the Earth’s intestines just below your navel sorrow is engulfed in sound Not because a torrent washed away the house your wife took your friend as a lover your teachers have taught you nothing true You keep trying to distance the emblems of treason Yet they become calcinated powdered by time You bear their weight When you forget— the way a bird walks resigned into a cage purified by fire 140 You become a member of the society of wailers not because once again you are left alone Mostly your children are doubtful of you Their bleached bones line the road leading toward a house atop a hill overlooking their vast efforts at suicide BRN-FALL-2013.indb 140 9/13/13 12:48 AM