Ash clouds float
In scattered slants of light,
Like flies in a frozen breach,
Blankets of black cotton pad the ground
From ashes to ashes they preach.
So then, that's all we keep
From where life and flesh once stood,
Lie ashes now…we weep.
Blackens the streets this ash they wreak
Which tugs at our beaten souls,
Tuesday, June 2, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: justice,racism,solidarity