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Somewhere tonight
a black boy returned home.
I imagine his mother wept,
slurping the holy vibration
a black boy returned home.
I imagine his mother wept,
slurping the holy vibration
through the hollow straw
of his trembling vocal chords.
George Floyd’s mother was gone
of his trembling vocal chords.
George Floyd’s mother was gone
but the echo in his throat knew
a mother’s name
is always a prayer.
May Mother Earth finally
be the cushion
for each heavy kneecap
kneeling only to pray.
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Wow. This is powerful. The vocal chord- straw metaphor is especially strong.