After a century, humpbacks migrate again to Queens. They left due to sewage and white froth banking the shores from polychlorinated- biphenyl-dumping into the Hudson and winnowing menhaden schools. But now grace, dark bodies of song return. Go to the seaside— Hold your breath. Submerge. A black fluke silhouetted against the Manhattan skyline. Now ICE beats doors down on Liberty Avenue to deport. I sit alone on orange A train seats, mouth sparkling from Singh's, no matter how white supremacy gathers at the sidewalks, flows down the streets, we still beat our drums wild. Watch their false-god statues prostrate to black and brown hands. They won't keep us out though they send us back. Our songs will pierce the dark fathoms. Behold the miracle: what was once lost now leaps before you. Copyright © 2017 Rajiv Mohabir. Used with permission of the author. |
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