Engulfed Poem by Hans Ostrom
Engulfed
A shadow hands you a book
and walks away. You open
the book to a middle page,
where you read, 'The good idea
of 'America' died from complications
related to the disease of White
Supremacy. You're living in the
funeral.' You close the book,
turn, and see a million shadows
and more rushing toward you.
hans ostrom 2016
Monday, October 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: racism
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