Scene Of Mcpereson's Death (Kara Walker) Poem by Rashida Mack

I am a boy,
the size of a man,
bound down,
I break free,
running into the wood,
I hear them,
louder,
their shouts,
barks,
guns,
grow,
caught
I fight,
defiant,
before the silence,
crushed skull,
ripped flesh,
broken bones,
hovering over the reminiscent of the last scene,
I see
what is left,
of the physical me,
a rib strode here,
a broken,
branch,
leaves painted red,
a shoe's tongue stretched,
laces, soaked and loose,
sole, worn low,
holed tip toe.

I die again.

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