Electric Blue (for Avital)
Electric Blue, you held them fast;
calmed and healed a tribal mind,
then pulled a string so taut
then stole their breath
with lyrical intensity;
poured scorn on ideology -
your signs designed to blow the lies away.
Electric Blue, you strummed so hard
your nails wore down to fingerprints,
then plucked so sweet
the fruit you hung
above collective mouths.
Dropped dew upon
our blistered lips:
balm to soothe a song
so fierce it ripped our skin,
threw salt across a wall of eyes.
Electric Blue, she’s twice alive;
her mind flies with the doves.
Within her strings sits dissonance,
her throat is soaked in truth.
And in her eyes a fire burns,
she warms her words with it,
and sweetens Sunday afternoons
with gospel tunes, and rebel songs.
Through scribing psalms anew for us,
she tore her tongue in two.