by Kaitlin Kalk
“...the spirit flees” In the coldness of Siberia I lose all sense of feelings like an animal unable to see with his eyes but for the great hunger howling in his bowels. Was it a monster who feasted on evil and sabotage and made decisions with a crystal clear mind of premeditation or was it a child, of sorts locked in a battle of flesh for flesh because his flesh was starting to resemble an abandoned residence. And if the inhabitants have fled can the discarded structure accept full blame for actions committed by its empty head-quarters?
This poem is about what happens to the human spirit when subjected to a life full of trauma and an environment void of proper nourishment. Humans are a very adaptive species, and that one trait is the main reason we have been able to widely propagate the globe in such great numbers. Yet in spite of this, we are quick to blame the criminality of our fellow people on personal defects, instead of examining the environment which has led them to be this way.
Kaitlin Kalk is a poet living in Raleigh, North Carolina. She is a life-long laborer of dead-end, menial jobs, which has slowly eaten away at her self-esteem and her belief in her own humanity. By writing poetry, she is able to find some meaning to her life and to recognize the inherent worth of her existence.