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      April 20, 2021Poem with an Ear Pressed to the GroundKindra McDonald

      That it would come down
      to the science of breathing
       
      how the lungs receive oxygen
      how a pulse becomes stilled
       
      that it would come down
      to the compression of an airway
       
      somewhere between the diameter
      of a quarter and a dime
       
      shallow breaths the equivalent
      of surgical removal of the left lung
       
      trying to breathe with fingers and knuckles
      under the force of 90 pounds of pressure
       
      like sipping air through a drinking straw
      that it would come down to 12 peers
       
      in chairs palpating their own throats
      to feel the pulse beneath their probing
       
      fingers, the tender skin indent
      the metric beat of pumping blood
       
      an ear pressed to the ground
      prone and pleading
       
      all of us needing the one
      who we all came from
       
      who held her breath
      spent and waiting
       
      for a newborn to cry
      to breathe with life.

      from Poets Respond

      Kindra McDonald

      “So much of this last year has been about breath and breathing. The transmission of an unseen virus, the breath of contagion, the respirators and intubations of packed ICU patients, but amidst all of that a reel of “I can’t breathe.” Three words that have for too long been linked to violent restraint. As the Chauvin murder trail in the death of George Floyd plays out, I’ve been struck by the breath we all share. The image of the jurors feeling their necks for the airway that was obstructed has haunted me and this poem is that ghost.”