In every bird, soaring speck of freedom
Spinning in a murmuration, lies a stone
The relentless tug of gravity
In equilibrium with flight
In the wild woman, the true mammal
Lurk the chains of domestication
Hear them rattle, hear the crack
Of the cattle prod, the fear of shackles
Grow hair like weeds, roam and remember
The women who never left the farm
Unhushed blood, all animal and genius
The soft body Oliver wrote of
Feeling the hounds on your heels,
The bondage of your grandmothers
Be free like it cost something,
Pump blood like the dam broke down
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