rusty relations

we are women

we are water

we are not wounded

when we weep

we are witness

to the wreckage

that your weapons

they have wreaked

we are warning

of the waking

that this wildness

soon will wield

we are men

we are metal

we are not madness

with our might

we’ve been muted

we make messes

we launch missiles

to mail our message

because our minds

have lost their matter

our hearts’ meanings

have lost their moor

we are oneness

we are oxygen

we are not ourselves

when we own

we are open

to the ocean

organs of the ore

we were orphaned

by the optics

that distorted the truth 

when we see clearly

we are together

an oracle of peace