Jim Crow rising

Jim Crow is rising in
yet another century.
Who knew they made
such a creature,
a flag, half south, half north –
I would be inclined to forgive,
these enemies of old if
Jim Crow didn’t rule their hearts,
or hatred own their souls.
Molten crack of sigh is a
crater ever splitting,
shiver down – down
to pool of silver,
the mountain is leveled,
trillium whimpers
with each nuzzle
of feather mouth.
Evil may sprout
under the leaf,
turn away from
this danger –
I warn you of this thing,
whether you care or
not – compassion brings relief.

Dear rainbow arc
we need your
presence in this time.
Arc of justice,
you are so long, stretching
far beyond my life.
Set my heart to mouth
for every slave
who died.
The noose so ever
present cured
past the blinded eye.
This life abounding in hues,
Rainbow colors of the arc,
this is the shield that I wear
while waiting for the season
when all humanity is recognized
with decorum and verve.

8-2018