“I swear to god I swear to god”
→ The beginning of this poem starts off with a repetitive phrase “I swear to god I swear to god”. I think that this repetition allows the readers to understand the idea that Akbar is vowing to never do something again. It also shows how he is committed to the idea that he will tell others about the things that have happened to him. I think that this first line sets the tone for the things that Akbar wants to accomplish.
“hold the horns curling out from my skull”
→ This short little line was kind of out of place for this poem. But it makes sense here because Akbar is calling himself as the Devil or Satan when he says he has to “hold the horns curling out from my skull”. He refers to himself as this because of his life as an alcoholic and maybe because he was the person that he was at that time in his life.
“I’m meant to be spreading tenderness over the Earth like seeds like worms instead I’ve been shovelling coal into burning houses”
→ This part of the poem shows that Akbar was given a task, rather than meant to be doing something. Instead he is stuck in a repetitive cycle of “shovelling coal into burning houses”. I think that this idea means that he has not found a job he likes or something that he so passionately wants to do because he is being held back. The idea of “shovelling coal into burning houses” exemplifies a constant cycle of a task because shovelling coal is never done; it is something that needs to be kept going. He uses a simile to compare himself to worms and seeds, providing imagery that he should be partaking in good events and things that make him happy. This relates to the idea of how worms and seeds spread nutrients and bring plentiful life, and Akbar contrasts this idea in the next line when he says he has been shovelling coal.
“thinking one day I’d wake into a new kind of body ”
→ This line brings forth the idea that Akbar wants a change in his life. His entire book of poems does hold this seeming theme of starting over, however, this poem is almost like the exigence. Here, Akbar is clearly telling his audience that he wants a new change in life, something that can open up opportunities to him to help him live the kind of life he wants and deserves. And he says, “a new kind of body” to emphasize that he does not care about who he becomes, rather he cares about what he will accomplish as that person.
“its easy to give life as a gift … but it is harder to remember that stillness is also a prize”→ This line makes me think about what Akbar really means about this and how it not only relates to his life, but mine as well. He makes a great point, something I hadn’t really thought about when he compares “life as a gift”. I think he is right about that because many of us are given very opportunistic lives and we don’t even know until they are taken away. I also like how he reaffirms it being a gift, but compares it to stillness being a gift. It made me realize that Akbar too, cherishes quiet moments and times where there is room for improvement. Making stillness a prize also reflects on the idea that life has many changes, so it may not be a gift at first to some. This statement relates to Akbar’s life as it shows how he was once an alcoholic, but now after becoming sober, he has come across his ability to write and has found happiness in what he does. The time of him being an alcoholic was the “stillness”, and it showed him that he was capable of changing his life in order to have the life that he had always dreamed of.
I swear to God I swear at God I won’t
mention what He does to me I lack nothing I need
unless you count everything I want I’m meant
to be spreading tenderness over the earth like seeds
like worms instead I’ve been shoveling coal
into burning houses fanning the ash hold your
applause hold the horns curling out from my skull
which are getting so long now and so sharp if you think
of evolution as ancestral advice then a baby’s eyelids
drooping from fruit sugar could mean this world
is too sweet to bear awake give me an orgy of sleep
give me sleep from every angle for years I stood
in the semeny ginkgo staring at my hands believing
in afterlives thinking one day I’d wake into
a new kind of body like a fish suddenly
breathing air through its eyes it’s easy to give life
as a gift pull a fisherman from frozen water or
put a puppy in a Christmas box but it’s harder
to remember stillness is also a prize consider
the composer’s fever and the aria it delivered
or the beggar who woke to find a jewel
in his palm once I saw a girl’s death mask smoothed
by the kisses her father gave it nightly once
I cut open my thigh on a razor wire fence and filled
the wound with Kleenex somehow it healed leaving
only a long white scar the penalties for my disregard
have always been oversoft deterring nothing
I’ve made it clear I am not to be trusted with a body
always leaving mine bloodless as ice with just a needle
of breath left in its lungs sometimes when I run
I run like a beautiful man in straight lines clean
as spidersilk sometimes if I’m silent for long enough
even the wild around me stops moving