White Poem by Tsani Jones

White



Today is the last day
He will kiss that little girl goodbye.
Pictures of petticoats,
One-armed babydolls,
And crooked bows begin to fade
Into sephia and dying memory.

Love came, that evil thief,
And stole from her cradle
Those sparkling eyes,
Dancing under sprinklers
In the bright summertime.

Today his heart will die a little,
He will perpetuate the crime of
Loss himself-
Time given over to time
And handed to eternity.

Today is the last day
Her face hides for a moment.
The last day he sees the
Shine of a little girl
That was once his own.

For tonight they eat
And they drink,
So she goes to her
Own sacrifice willingly,
Her mother will cry-

Tonight the bed
Will be empty and
A voice silenced,
The bloom grafted from
A tree of which it came.

He knew this day would come,
Tasted the death of this very moment
As she sampled that boy's kiss of youth
On the front porch landing.

A little girl dies today,
His little girl is gone.
A bride moves forth,
The strange new woman in her place.

So she transcends from a palace
Where she was once adored
To a temple of her own,
Arranged for another's
Worship and devotion.

He commits this murder
Of youth with his head high,
Heart low,
And when the Boatman asks,
'Who presents this bride to be married? '
A father falls upon his sword and says,

'I do.'

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Tsani Jones

Tsani Jones

Atlanta, Georgia, United States
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