I
pose extreme
today.
Taut beyond the bounds
of tolerance
and the horizon.
The human condition
pulls me such.
If I felt pain
I would cry.
Extreme Pose
Black Men Rise Revisited
Like the sun and the tide
Black Men Rise
Like the thing in you throat
the thoughts in your head
Black Men Rise
Though lies get us
lynched and castrated
denigrated and incarcerated
Black Men Rise
Though we take a knee
we do not bow
but raise Olympian fists
Black Men Rise
Though daily
taken off the count
through loss of liberty
and life
though we bleed
and die
as often as others
so we can all be free
we wait for a plate
and a seat
while others now get to sit
and eat
pressure on the wound
is no more than a finger in the leak
The damn will break
the land will flood
crops will be lost
and cows will drown
not still
but still
water runs deep
Black Men Rise
Dear Humanity; Black Men Rise
#BlackMenRise
American Cemeteries
Bravery a flight
above battle
ending often
with wounded hearts.
Sand the latter vessel
for blood and flesh
former pumps and pipes.
Bones once clad black
decay not with similar femurs
because they were not thought
rich enough.
