Burying The Dead
Memorial for slave cemetery in Asheville, N.C.
In our town
out of sight
past Wyoming Street
up on the hill behind St. John’s Baptist Church
lay aged bricks, rocks and baskets of bones,
where the dead are not truly dead,
their silent mouths far from quiet.
Speaking crow they wrestle the blueness from night
and lift sorrow from its deeply veiled sleep.
runs an Indian trail,
a forested hill
I could call my own.
Not too far from downtown
living beneath the tangled brush
a cemetery of slaves merge with the Cherokee...