a found poem
(source: Beloved by Toni Morrison)
the deeper and more tangled
the jungle grew inside
(this must be written
in red ink)
it spread, touched them every one
made them bloody
so scared were they
of the jungle they had made
a person that wept, sighed, trembled, fell
a breastplate of darkness
straddled by the activity of the dead
a loaf of flesh, sticky and sour
in a hole or kneeling
Look.
What is it?
Me and You.
We got more yesterdays than anybody
We need some kind of tomorrow