cast me aside like a bruised fruit / by Ellen Sorensen

cast me aside like a bruised fruit

walk over me till i'm flattened

the constant beat of your heel 

pressed into my spine, crushing bone

 

the whites of my eyes eclipse  

and in the black, an ember sparks

i drag my fingers through the coals

and paint my face with the fire

 

a warrior emerges from the soot and ash

unforgotten scars yield a determined mind

this is song of our ancestors, our forefathers

dissonant chords and heavy rhythms of grit and valor

 

[written to torito//rodrigo y gabriela]