Origins
we are a makeshift monument, curled up tiny like a floating rib
we are grandmothers’ voices, gurgling samovars
we never lie
we give purpose to silence
we know the meaning of war: eating raw potatoes straight form the ground
we are pyramids, structures beyond reason
we are ancient as the ocean, storm after storm we give no predictions
we are clairvoyant, knowing the end from the outset
we are untriangulated, no origins to speak of
we are all mothers repressed in potential
we are beauty, proportions checked and balanced
we are repurposing stories you tell yourself in eternal reoccurrence
we are a postlinear phase of growth
we start in the centre, making our way to the periphery and back again
we are loose ties, our allies know us intimately
we are a losing streak, untraceable, our records never show
we are getting milage out of creation myths
we are starting over in a new city, nobody knows our name
we come from elsewhere, aliens, we have no status
we are a perpetuated system of belief
we are resentment built over centuries giving purpose to silence
we are hindsight, useless premonitions of the future
We Are Lichen is out of print from The Blasted Tree Store
Featured by The Blasted Tree: June 1, 2022
Razielle Aigen
Contributing Author
We Are Lichen by Razielle Aigen is a Blasted Tree original collection of poetry.
ISBN [Digital]: 978-1-987906-87-5
Cover Design by Kyle Flemmer