Tuesday, September 7, 2021

Many Have Crossed Over (2021)

 

we’re losing in droves—souls headed to the Promised Beauty.

 

tears dripping into caskets, reflexive/reflection, streaming faraway actions.       

 

many are too young to die, too strong to give way, too talented to leave so soon. under footlights, faced by overheads, giving belief, excellence, true concern. more is what most crave, it’s never enough, how to ask for more?

 

I have no stories—of times on ships—of snippets of wisdom given.

 

we will excuse our thoughts, wrangle our suspicions, ignore many auras.

 

a quilt, hot milk, many wishes.

 

many are coming, to join our zeitgeist, to stitch into the seams of a stronger nation.

 

most wrestle what we see—the interior phantasm—the heart-ghosts. many are not looking, for it never mattered, with anguish mounting inside.

 

if majority understood affliction, screaming, No! partaking, feeling miserable.

 

silent wailing. silent Africa. silent sexuality.

 

losing, winning, good times, bad days, suffocation, celebration. our winds at play, our strings at opera, many pairs of glasses—for many sets of faces.

 

the same nose, lips, structural features; distant, made aloof, taught to discredit each other.

 

witness as we live, witness as houses are cleaned out, witness how we rise.

 

they gave landmarks on cultures in souls upon legacies. they held politics, danced blackness, entered America’s spirit. we cheer for the joy brought through pain—the understanding brought by perseverance, the courage to assert blackness.    

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