We Need a God Who Bleeds Now

we need a god who bleeds now

a god whose wounds are not

some small male vengeance

some pitiful concession to humility

a desert swept with dryin marrow in honor of the lord

 

we need a god who bleeds

spreads her lunar vulva & showers us in shades of scarlet

thick & warm like the breath of her

our mothers tearing   to let us   in

this place breaks open

like our mothers bleeding

the planet is heaving   mourning our ignorance

the moon tugs the seas

to hold her/ to hold her

embrace swelling hills/ i am

not wounded i am bleeding to life

 

we need a god who bleeds now

whose wounds are not the end of anything

– Ntozake Shange