black men
spun like tops. Temptations
that died in unison
under Alabama sun,
tangled together on lines
spooled around the same tree—
fresh catch.
I wish
they could’ve hummed
to heaven
instead of being hooked then flung there
from Starshine & ClayFind more by Kamilah Aisha Moon at the library
Copyright © 2017 Kamilah Aisha Moon
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