Poem — April III — Partition

I have no need for this divide

I have no will for this partition

I say fall the gates

I say flow the reservoir

I say purge, and now

I glance across so much land so martyr-wept and mother-held

I look across such a slash of rain-rich wind falling over Chicago

Her ministries and her tenderness

Her garden parks and her many, many schools

Her princes

I say shatter the locks

Let the canal loose

Rush the plains

Make the delta live again

Bring the goddess back her token

Rush the plains