brass circles mimic round cheeks
full of culture
moving St. James Infirmary through pipes of place
melancholy melody
rising as a curtain to reveal
swollen, brown bodies lying like
strange fruit in the sun
song as shrill as the mournful cries of
nobody's people
lonely as the pleas of
a thousand souls wading through
poisons of the powerful with polished faces
one last breath of brass
the people exhale
notes as haunting as
the sins to be transcended.
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- abby
- Charlotte, NC, United States
- i am an artist and an educator. i find great joy in empowering others through knowledge and with the ability to express themselves through the medium of photography. and i try to practice what i teach.
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