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New poems

by 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,

Viola Cryana,

Achyranthes atollensis,

Argyroxiphium virescens,

Chasmistes brevirostris and liorus,

Coregonus nigripennus and jobanae,

Cottus echinatus,

Pantosteus!

 

Mother of Truth

beautiful, loving, perpetual and perfect,

in whom everything lives --

Orestias cuvieri,

Lepidomeda mollispinis pratensis and altivelis,

Rhynichtys osculus reliquus,

Cyprinodon nevadensis calidae,

Empetrichtys merriami,

latops pahrump and concavus,

Amistad gambusia,

Ash Meadow killfish!

 

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),

Pahranagat spinedace,

Lake Titacaca orestias,

Longjaw cisco,

Pahrump and Raycraft Ranch poolfish,

Phantom and Rio Grande bluntnose shiners,

Ameiva major!

 

Ruler of Heaven and Earth,

spirit of all things near and far&emdash;

protect us, assist us, forgive us&emdash;

Spring Valley sucker,

Tecopa pupfish,

Rana pipiens fisheri ,

Thicktail chub,

Discoglossus nigriventer,

Podarcis lifordi rodriquezi and sicula sanctistephanus,

Cyclura collei and cornuta onchiopsis,

one hundred species of Pacific snails!

 

Grieving and weeping

in this world of tears,

we sigh, Mother, have compassion --

Alsophis ater and sancticrucis,

Dromicus cursor andornatus,

Bolyera multocarinata,

Anas georgica niceforoi

and gibberifrons remissa,

Eutriorchis astur,

Crax fasciolata pinima,

Ortalis vetula deschaunseei!

 

Supreme Mother, hear our sorrow,

soften our suffering,

cure our misfortune&emdash;

Rallus wakensis,

Anadorhynchys glaucus,

Sceloglaux albifacies albifacies,

Xenicus longipes variabilis,

Vermivora bachmanii,

Hemignathus lucidus hanapepe

and obscurus procerus,

Loxops maculata flammea!

 

O Purest, O Sweetest,

we beseech You, may your name

always be on our lips --

Red-moustached fruit dove,

Wake Island rail,

Dusky seaside sparrow,

Greater Amakihi,

Madagascar serpent eagle,

Thylacinus cynocephalus,

Geocapromys brownii thoracatus,

Canis lupus rufus!

 

Holy Mother, pray for our wrongs

now and at the hour of our death,

pray for our salvation --

Texas red wolf,

Ursus arctos nelsoni,

Mexican silver grizzly,

Viverra megaspila civettina,

Panthera pardus jarvisi,

Zalophus californianus japonicus,

Monarchus tropicalis,

Rangifer tarandus greonlandicus!

 

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