The first sentence of "The Stain", by A. E. Stallings, lists ways the titular stain "remembers / Your embarrassment", mixing liquids with verbal "stains" from writing to rumors. Then the poem evokes the impossibility of removing the stain with echoes of the Declaration of Independence: it is "inalienable / As DNA, / Self-evident / As fingerprints." While DNA and fingerprints figure individual biological uniqueness, "inalienable" recalls the Declaration's "rights", and "self-evident" the truths that include such rights. Yet the Declaration has its own "stain": the reference to "merciless Indian savages" as a threat to be exterminated. Stallings's poem thus connects the embarrassments of individual biography to the indelible stains of history. (Andrew Shields, #111words, 30 November)
Two passages from the Declaration of Independence:
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.
[The King] has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.
The Stain
A. E. Stallings, Like, 118
Remembers
Your embarrassment,
Wine or blood,
Sweat or oil,
When the ink leaked
Your intent
Because you thought
Truth couldn’t soil,
Or when you let
The secret slip,
Or when you dropped
The leaden hint,
Or when between
The cup and lip,
The Beaujolais
Pled innocent,
Or when the rumor’s
Fleet was launched,
Or when the sheets
Waged their surrender,
But the breach
Could not be staunched
And no apology
Would tender;
When over-served,
You misconstrued,
And blurbed your heartsick
On your sleeve;
When everything
Became imbued
With sadness, yet
You couldn’t grieve.
Inalienable
As DNA,
Self-evident
As fingerprints,
It will not out
Although you spray
And presoak in the sink
And rinse:
What they suspect
The stain will know,
The stain records
What you forget.
If you wear it,
It will show;
If you wash it,
It will set.
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