The Lynching (Party) ...... Poem by karen sinclair

The tree stands limp, dormant within a garish black unheard sky
Innocently displaying
(Mans inferiority complex)
Light reflects white which lays in leaf and dried blood
Which once flowed as two, then, young men
 
The dark is lost..in time..yet again
 
Angelic sprites hang as christmas baubles for those
Who seem fit to smile and point
So much white, in teeth and flesh
The shirt reflection is good and oh so good
And angelic and dark are ne-er the twain
 
And what a party! we would believe them say
With their bobbed hair and smile as bright as they
Could muster for the camera
The gaggle
The beast 
Who in their filth and ignorance
Once believed
 
To lynch a man is a fair mans game
To smile with one pointed finger
(had you no shame!)