Mar­wa Helal​’s poem is anchored by a line of aspi­ra­tion and effort, ​“I am try­ing to tell you some­thing”, a line, in oth­er words, that might eas­i­ly be the mantra of all poets. In ​“gen­er­a­tion of feel­ing”, she seems to say that poet­ry, lan­guage, and words, arranged and rearranged, alter, change the uni­verse. These lines should be reas­sur­ing even when we are bewil­dered and alarmed by the strange vio­lence of the first stanza’s image: bones, fires, and the pains of grow­ing. She invites us to keep rear­rang­ing words to achieve hope­ful mean­ing. Some­times this is what poet­ry aspires to.