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Afaa Michael Weaver
Afaa Michael Weaver
Born in 1951, Afaa Michael Weaver is the author of several collections of poetry and a full length play...
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A Hand
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After tagging the dust your body is made of
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Anatomy
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Bodyweight
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Brokeheart: Just like that
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Danse Russe
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For the Man with the Erection Lasting More than Four Hours
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Ghost in the Land of Skeletons
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Guessing My Death [excerpt]
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Headaches
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homage to my hips
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Human Atlas
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I Sing the Body Electric
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In the Surgical Theatre
by Dana Levin
Love Letter to a Stranger
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Multiple Man: Guest-starring me & you
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My Skeleton
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Post-Dissertation-Intervention (i.)
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Self-Portrait in a Wire Jacket
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Slight Tremor
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Textbook & Absence (Anatomy)
by Catherine Barnett
The Tongue
by Chris Martin
These Hands, If Not Gods
by Natalie Diaz
With Child
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Flux

 
by Afaa Michael Weaver

I am a city of bones
deep inside my marrow,
a song in electric chords,
decrescendo to mute, rise
to white noise, half silences
in a blank harmony as all
comes to nothing, my eyes
the central fire of my soul,
yellow, orange, red—gone
in an instant and then back
when I am, for a glimpse,
as precise as a birdís breath,
when I am perfect, undone
by hope when hope will not
listen, the moon wasting
to where I need not worry
that bones turn to ash,
a brittle staccato in dust.
About this poem:
"'Flux' was inspired by the thirty-sixth chapter of the Dao de Jing as translated by Jonathan Star and D.C. Lau, and by August Wilsonís play Gem of the Ocean. The phrase 'city of bones' is a reference to Wilsonís play."

—Afaa M. Weaver






Copyright © 2013 by Afaa M. Weaver. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on December 5, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.
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