millwright…

millwright

they tossed
the loose end
of the rope
onto the tree
his skin
blackened
by
african sun
the sun
that
fostered
all
of
creation’s life
speaking
in tones
sown in his voice
by god
he said
you are the blood
of my blood
so i
have slept
with your mother
giving birth
to you
i have slept
with your wife
giving birth
to your
sons and daughters
and
even in death
i will sleep
with your daughters
giving
birth
to the ages
you
cannot separate
my blood
from yours
you
lie
in the shallow grave
of
denial and deception
breathing in the hate
of madmen
and
with those words
he closed
his eyes
and
died
of
natural causes

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