When you were a beast of the sky,
a beast of the water, a beast of the bush, a beast of the core?
the entirety of our home, ancient time
where life blossomed?
Our bodies made of earth,
Our gestures free, colorful, irrigated
with the saliva of turf.
Gestures still to analyze, strucutre,
Together with yours, which are ours,
making world, creating cosmos?
Us, the ones from the beginning.
In my lap
the green sap of my jars.
much of the living flow transmutated in cocoons.
You sniffed out
between the hills
the thriving of flowering fields, thickened forests.
the divine paths opened by the rivers in this vast body.
eager for more, always more,
Not even goodbye could I bid you.
Today you arrive and slay me.
You don’t remember.
….and it was I who birthed you.
To erect yourself you settled your feet into my shoulders.
You left me with a broad stride
in loamy ochre.
Decimate, the brush
and the bush.
The fangs of the flows
in the fur
penetrate the brush,
Crack! Prac! Prec!
Without breath fluttering,
walking and navigating.
I sing a funeral song.
I sieze my body
Yara Monteiro | Angola |
Yara Monteiro was born in Angola, in the province of Huambo in 1979. In 2018, she published her first novel, “This Woman Beats Bulls!” (Guerra e Paz Editores), which explores questions of identity, gender, colonialism, and diaspora. She is a commentator for the RDP Africa radio program “Avenida Marginal” and directing member of INMUNE-Black Woman Institute in Portugal. She has lived in Luanda, London, Copenhagan, Rio de Janeiro and Athens. Currently, she is based in Alentejo, Portugal.