(The Bee-Skin Flint/Homusubi) Jubilee

Jesse S. Mitchell

Izanagi & Izanami 

Coming over the mountains
The wild animals cross over into our blood stream
Spark (tungsten, type b)
Electric lighting up our eyes.
Flash.
Driving us crazy from the bottoms of our humid lungs
To the very tips of our hair.
We burst
We burst into flame.
We glimmer, alive.

This is how I remember being born.

this poem is from 47 Venezuela which can be downloaded in its entirety (for free!) here, along with many other great chapbooks.  Check them out.