Catching Fire
Caroline Picker & Leah Jo Carnine
“Marilyn” by Leah Jo Carnine
For Marilyn Buck
some flames flicker
sputter
struggle to catch wet wood
but you—
you sparked free and never went out.
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John Brown of your time
enemy of the state
full quiver at your back
a militant of life, as Benedetti said.
lifted among volcanic rifts
eruptions splintering empire
you of creations made possible, revolutions forged
the flashing brilliance of Assata’s escape,
flaring out across every night sky:
Black people will be free.
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for this and more / you lived 8 years underground / the fbi said you had a Joan of Arc complex / and pinned a shoot-to-kill order to your shadow / and then — not death / but half a life behind bars
what world would we live in / if we had you / in freedom / all those years?
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you had 20 days uncaged, at the end
far from what you imagined
glimpsing moonlight from a cell
not abundant flame
but an ember, smoldering in its last heat
sparks arching
from a life of constant ignition—
of the multitude,
one landed in me.
I will feed its fire.