Looking Through Nature

Manus (Hand-like Trees Series), 1994, Sculpture by: Magdalena Abakanowicz

Created By: Brian Tran, Nicole Irizarry, Meghan Armstrong

“Open Wide” says the night sky

Impetuous fingers craving for life

I am lost

Distant

Every mark visible to the naked eye

Has been burned and maimed

Into my charred skin

And leaves a bitter aura

Around me

“What am I without you?”

I scream to the stars

And whisper to the ground

I am weak

ill.

At least that’s what they tell me.

At least that’s what I know.

All I know.

The wind howls and the tress hiss

And the light rain brushes against the wings

Of whistlers that defecate on my brittle branches

Without their voices, I have none.

In exploitation I am someone.

But still I am planted

In earth everlasting

Disrupting the toils of humanity

Continually exposed

Obliterating reluctance

And ready to bloom

Elongated tips stripped from

Deprivation

I will reign

And ascend towards

Resilience, gratitude

Pride and glory

That will radiate

Incessantly

For decades to come

So as I grasp my throne

And watch every regret made

Fog your stringent eyes

And stain your tainted lips

I ask you

What will you do next?

Credits:

Admin/Photographer……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………Brian Tran

Poetry Writer…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..Nicole Irizarry

Researcher……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..Meghan Armstrong