In the beginning were the crickets
rising from the primordial om:
slosh of ocean, wind soughing
a drone for the world’s first song
rising from the primordial om
one crooked wing rubs another
to a drone for the world’s first song
the first crickets fell in love
one crooked wing rubs another
and men in suits drop bombs
the first crickets fell in love
how can we call ourselves human
when men in suits drop bombs
there follows unholy silence
how can we call ourselves human
made to sing, our throats now raw
there follows unholy silence
rising from the primordial om
made to sing, our throats now raw
a drone for the world’s first song
E. D. Watson is author of four poetry collections, a certified practitioner of poetic medicine, and a yoga instructor from Central Texas. She believes in the healing potential of poetry and movement, and she is passionate about making these modalities available to everyone. She is enrolled with the Cherokee Nation and really into reconnecting with this vibrant part of her heritage. She’s also a Trekkie who will judge you based on your favorite Star Trek captain. Learn more at edwatsonwrites.com or Instagram @EeeDeeWatson.
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