Jacinta Whitcome:

NOTE: Title from Lee Whitcome's poem with the same title: see link page
By Jacinta Whitcome
07/23/09

I cannot contend with your horrors
I cannot contend with all you have seen
If horror and suffering make a person
Then you are made of the strongest Materials
I will never be as tolerant as you
Never as wise
Never as knowledgeable
You have the experience
I have only your stories of it
I will make you
Blankets
And compute your
Poetic
Interpretations
as they make horror
something of emotion
Quick cutting visuals
evaporating the water of your experience
to it’s most pungent, insoluble parts
the cliff note
for the repulsiveness of
dismantled humanity
what the collective human can do
when it sees only splinters of itself
I AM ALL
To
WE ARE ALL
Is a long journey
but you make it
seem
so light