Today I will choose
my pick of ancestors.
of artists and poets,
warriors,
old slight men with long peppery whisps of beard - (they wave slow like algae
at each prophetic breath),
tragic girls weighted into the waters by the heft of their brilliance,
heroes and deceptives:
joan's of arc and circes who wreck a savior's course,
a silly fat man in a straw hat who writes, unabashedly, of white romantic eruptions
a Frenchwoman in lust with a playwrite, who secrets her prose...
Adam's rib, and
Even a villain.
They fill my pedigree until
my genetics pulse with a family history of the grand
and unruly
and my knowledge becomes my power,
for I am doomed, I know now,
to greatness.
