Handing back to teams

the motherhood statement looks like a puffer fish
embedded with rusted out nails, dipped in liquid uranium
let’s carry it on a staff, worship it like a brand new deity

hei ah ho ah hei ah ho ah hei ah ho
then we lay each puffer fish at the feet of a god
and the god of a foot – then strike a match!

this is the light of the world we are the world of the light
you wanna be a world religion? best get cracking
skulls and skins and drums and love

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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