the audacity of sam
to roll around in the ashes of your brother
your mother or the man who gave you his all
as others sipped tea from their skulls
gloved hands / pinkies out / teeth bright
– and this is how freedom births you? –
then you dare frown at how loudly i laughter.
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I loved the sonic nature of this poem, especially the dissonance between short and long phrases in
“gloved hands / pinkies out / teeth bright
– and this is how freedom births you? –”
Made me go two whole days with no poems. Was it worth it? Yes. But don’t do it again. Not with first lines like that.
Yes sir
Ashes to ashes to poetry…