on these grounds
barefeet once bled into soil plowed
by torn Black hands
the whistling of hemp
in the darkness of night
an anthem in the Black
this Black harth was once swept
by soot stained hands
who never tasted the sweetness of freedom

today a jogger
feet pounding
heart racing
music blaring
races along side the ghost
of a Black man self emancipating
to the promised land
and she doesn’t even notice his cry
as her Black nikes tear into the soil
where his blood once
soaked into the Black earth