DYIN’ RIVER

Sunshine 

Weeps 

On a liquor-bottled street, 

Floodin’ 

With a dyin’ river. 

Dyin’ tearz shivers 

Onto da’ puddled concrete. 

Bloody sneakerz quiver. 

BLACK BLOOD GUSHES 

From a bullet-stained T-shirt. A GASPIN’ red river rushes 

Towards a mother’s collapsin’... Clingin’... 

Wailin’... 

Front lawn dirt. 

No white picket fence but... 

...This is still amerikkka’sdream.

Jerkin’ Black skinny jeanz 

Until da’ teen’s 

Brown EYEZ 

Blink... 

...For a finaltime.

Hears no more screamz. 

Sucks no more air. 

Momma cradles 

Like da’ birth breath. 

BAWLIN’... 

CALLIN’... 

Even tho’ her someone’s 

No longer there. 

Here dies a YoungRiver.

For WHITE CHALK 

To round travel. 

For a WHITE SHEET 

To flow over. 

For BLACK ANTz 

To come gather. 

For uniformed white vulturez 

To wheel away.

For BlackFolkz

To forgetsomeday?

Here lies a Dyin’ River. 

How long shall these wavez 

Flow in this way?