You want to talk about who we are? Alright. Let’s do that! Contributor Series 5 starts gets off to a loud start. We are exploring identity in this series and we are covering a lot of ground. Let’s start it off with some warring identities. Rest assured, gentlemen: you’re safe for now. Tonight Woman is reaming out the ladies!
Contributor Series 5: Dramatis Personae
Trinity
By Veronica Dangerfield
By Veronica Dangerfield
The scream was silent at first.
Wife and Mother turned in alarm
at the loud tremor: Woman escaped.
Wife screamed, a door slammed shut.
“Mother, run! Get the kids! Their lives are at stake!”
Mother ran praying “Lord! Help me Jesus!”
They screamed in sync as Woman
possessed entered in absolute rage,
violence and destruction bent.
“You two are despicable,” she spit.
“Wife, your supplicant desire to please,
waiting on the likes of a man–A MAN!
YOU MAKE ME SICK.”
“Mother, Mother,” she mocked,
“Nasty little homeless people, YOUR children? YOUR children? You must be insane!
Do you really love those beastly kids?
You give and they suck more and more.
How can you LIVE like that, you sacrificial whore?!”
“Lost, alone, sick and tired
I die not once but twice a day.
My heart, my soul, our body abandoned
for a square meal and 401K?
Caring, sharing, for what I might ask?
For Life, Career, and Love of a Man?
You can all kiss my ass!
I trusted you Mother and Wife,
but you bitches were weak.
You live here like you got it good.
Vacate this place!
You locked me in this jail cell
and sucked my life blood dry.
Out of my sight!
You’re both gonna die.”
“Die? Die?” asked the indignant Wife.
“You should be appreciative.
Sheltered, clothed, and fed,
what is your problem, yet again?
I have sacrificed in your stead.
Self-preservation is the first law of man.
Don’t you remember what Darwin said?
Without me to provide for your selfish ass,
you’re the one who would be dead!”
“I am already dead, been dead for years,
trying to resurrect, I’m ready to feel
all the spirit in the laws of love.
My heart is bruised, my soul is shrunk,
time is traveling in light years.
My youth, my body, my spirit shriveled
for family and a life miserable in my hand
to add to the value and length of the days
of all the treasured people I love
but mostly cannot stand.”
Veronica Dangerfield’s poem Joy Evaporated Quickly appeared at vox poetica in July 2009.
