by Anne Babson
“And how shall they preach, except they be sent? As it is written, How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things!”
How beautiful are the feet Of the ones who walk far To bring news to friends, Especially word of Armistice. How beautiful the bunions! How beautiful are the knees Of those who crawl through Cobwebs under the old house. To seek the little boy’s Frisbee. How beautiful the scratches! How beautiful are the abdomens Of mothers who vomit from the Queasy months of our coiled-up Heavy-eating, high-kicking gestation. How beautiful the stretch marks! How beautiful are the chests Of the rampart-defending armies Who block the bullets aimed At the rest of us behind the fence. How beautiful the exit wounds! How beautiful are the backs Of those who scrub the floors Of the school where the young People learn to read and add. How beautiful the slipped discs! How beautiful are the necks Of the women who carry water Jars uphill home to bring drink To those waiting hot and thirsty. How beautiful the cricks! How beautiful are the arms Of those reaching for the Next rung on the long ladder Of the fire truck to save us. How beautiful the burns! How beautiful are the hands Of those who lift their fingers To caress the invisible source Of the incomprehensible light. How beautiful the probing stretch!
Anne Babson is the author of four collections of poetry — The White Trash Pantheon, for which she won a prize, Polite Occasions, Messiah, and the forthcoming collection The Bunker Book. Her works has appeared in both secular and faith-focused literary journals on five continents. Her next collection – about the rise of fascism in America and the pandemic, The Bunker Book, will be published by Unsolicited Press this winter.