Reprise
The children we birthed were silenced before they could learn to sing.
—Rachni Queen, Mass Effect
A brief history of the galaxy: there was a war
and then another war, and so on, and we heard
songs of them until the echoes pierced us
and then some. Some echoes bleed with lead
and steel. Some steel is still lodged in a womb,
in a barrel, in a truce engineered to silence.
We learned to agree: It’s cruel to kill a silent
ladybug but not a buzzing fly. Mother, forgive
me: I loved my life until I hated it, held it
like a crystal sword, translucent, reflecting
my pores, my brown shell, and saw what I
was taught to see. We do our best to inhabit
a body while someone else decides whether
we are worth life. Forgive me for not believing
I am more; by now I question each potential
truth no matter the source. There were formulas
in the textbooks, but what I taught myself
in class was how to turn pencil to drumstick
in lieu of the singing lessons I wanted
but never got. I wish I could hear the drums
and not think of battle. In the time between
what I wish and where I am, I look out
from behind the glass and think of something
I have not yet seen, and (I don’t care if
I don’t know how) I sing a song about it.
Marlin M. Jenkins was born and raised in Detroit and currently lives in Minnesota. The author of the poetry chapbook Capable Monsters (Bull City Press, 2020) and a graduate of University of Michigan's MFA program, his work has found homes with Indiana Review, The Rumpus, Waxwing, and Kenyon Review Online, among others. You can find him online at marlinmjenkins.com.