The Stupidness of Blood by Bertrand Bickersteth

Poet name: The Stupidness of Blood Poem Name: Bertrand Bickersteth Poem: One morning you came out of the bathroom announcing bright blood and I thought, not, god, again. Not, for the umpteenth time, again. This time we were being mocked by the flash of red, laughing in the language of bowels, swirling in the bowl below. Wait. I say. Was it bright red? Because bright red is fine. Dark red, the warning. Our bright eyes meet and then, just as quickly, cow in the shadows of uncertainty. Bright red, warning? Dark red, fine? But why should it matter? Why did it? To this day I don’t know what’s worse: the fertility of blood that lies? Or the stupidness of hope that never dies? End of Poem.  Credits: Copyright © Bertrand Bickersteth  Born in Sierra Leone, raised in Alberta, and formerly resided in the U.K. and the U.S., Bertrand Bickersteth is an educator who also writes plays and poems. In 2018, he was longlisted for the CBC Poetry Prize. His debut collection of poetry, The Response of Weeds, was published in 2020 and was named one of CBC’s best books of poetry for the year. He was also named one of CBC’s six Black writers to watch for in 2021. His poetry has appeared in several publications, including The Antigonish Review, Cosmonauts Avenue, and his nonfiction is forthcoming in Prairie Fire (2021). He lives in Calgary, teaches at Olds College, and often (always, actually) writes about Black identity on the Prairies.