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July 23, 2003
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New poemsby Janine Canan
Mass for the Dead Species
Hail Mary full of Grace, the spirit is with You, blessed are You and the fruit of your womb&emdash; Hibicadelphus wilderianus,
Mother of Truth beautiful, loving, perpetual and perfect, in whom everything lives -- Orestias cuvieri,
Compassionate Mother of those who seek You, cry to You and have faith in You&emdash; Grass Valley speckled and Mexican dace (eigenmani and tlahuacensis),
Ruler of Heaven and Earth, spirit of all things near and far&emdash; protect us, assist us, forgive us&emdash; Spring Valley sucker,
Grieving and weeping in this world of tears, we sigh, Mother, have compassion -- Alsophis ater and sancticrucis,
Supreme Mother, hear our sorrow, soften our suffering, cure our misfortune&emdash; Rallus wakensis,
O Purest, O Sweetest, we beseech You, may your name always be on our lips -- Red-moustached fruit dove,
Holy Mother, pray for our wrongs now and at the hour of our death, pray for our salvation -- Texas red wolf,
Dearest Mother, blessed are You and blessed is the fruit of your holy womb -- The birds, the fish, the trees, the shrubs and flowers innumerable -- eagle, wolf, bear and butterfly, three species every hour, this very hour, and the next hour and the next hour after -- gone forever.
The Big Taboo
We do not speak maleviolence the word maleviolence the thought maleviolence the memory maleviolence because maleviolence we are afraid maleviolence of what will happen maleviolence if we do maleviolence if we don't maleviolence we do not speak.
Passion Flower
Oh your large floppy petals, pink pearled moist. Oh your wiry spidery purple lashed eye. All face now, all exposed, your heart rises to the surface and gives you away. Oh pink petaled starry passion flower you.
-- For Julia Butterfly
Flamencas, Olé
Flamencas, young fire dancers, your crimson trains drip life's endless blood, drop hot female tears, ruffle on ruffle as empires come conquering, taking you for entertainment, raping you for thrills&emdash; blood women dancing, pounding, cascading cosmic energy into the black earth&emdash; old crones shriek, Olé!
Sapphire eyes, your hair of gold, jet and ochre, your skin pale, dark and darker, your arms rippling heavenward, your smiles chorusing love, your dresses dotted with stars&emdash; oh Energy! Entranced in your creation, you lay it on, wise sisters of joy who lead us onward&emdash; we adore you, olé!
And you men who follow, darling sons of the Mother, shakti boys, you sweet ones, you good of the Earth who are ours, oh wanderers, never to be forgotten. All you beautiful children of pounding hearts, learn every lesson you need to survive in joy&emdash; flame queens, Flamencas, olé!
The Grandmothers cheer you, old angels who fed you blood of their wombs, milk of their breasts, love of their hearts. Women on fire everywhere&emdash; no one can take your fire away. Though men come flexing their muscles, oozing their mourning from battle to battle, seeding the world with despair and remorse, sapping, souring, destroying it, nolé!
Women never fail to give, to nurture, to inspire, to be -- beautiful women flaming life. No one can steal your secrets, no way! You fire the world with the fire you draw from your own feminine selves&emdash; womb, egg, mitochondria, life-force. You concentrate it, increase it, beautify it, warm it, ignite, unite and pass it on&emdash; Flamencas in love with life. Olé! Olé! Olé!
Pre/Post History
The carnival is ending&emdash; we are burning the King. What lovely flames -- flapping wings of illumination. Truth-joy. Returning, unfolding, being what Our Mother wants. All this can easily happen if you want it. Just concentrate. Show your soul. Strip off the rest, and shine.
Supreme Goddess
You laid the golden egg. You rolled the silver disk. You flew the emerald world. You made all this, and made us too. Goddess, come back and tell us why.
Janine Canan is poetry editor for Awakened Woman. Poems have been flowing through for half a century, gathering in the books Shapes of Self, Her Magnificent Body, Changing Woman, In the Palace of Creation: Selected Works 1969-1999, Journeys with Justine, and Dancing with Divine Mother. Dedicated to the resurrection of the Feminine, Janine has collected the work of other women as well, in She Rises like the Sun: Invocations of the Goddess by Contemporary American Women Poets, Star in My Forehehad: Selected Poems by Else Lasker-Schueler, The Rhyme of the Ag-ed Mariness: Last Poems of Lynn Lonidier, and In the Language of the Heart: Messages from Amma. You may visit her at JanineCanan.com
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