fade in
as ghetto symphonies of gunshots
& police sirens-
ring melodic.
Babyboy's mother's broken spirited body is
now vicariously mortally wounded.
as in any operatic tragedy,
she cradles His head to her bosom
& wails sopranically.
"Baby, please don't die &
oh, lawd my Baby's gone" arias.
forgetting or not knowing her lines
she reverts to an old revised negro spiritual-
oh! lord, i feel like one child(less), mother
a long way from home...
fade to Black-
like my Brother Pitch Black…
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