2.16
I
can’t talk about money I have none
I am green in love in the black in life
the
debt of my ancestors I am
someone’s deficient ancestor
though
my family is dying
one at a time deeper
into
ground and deeper into soil
the
sound of my sister
sobbing
though she can’t be here
at the funeral she would if
she
could
there’s
always next time
James Croal Jackson
James Croal Jackson is a Filipino-American poet. He has poems published in Perhappened, Kingdoms in the Wild, Capsule Stories, Ariel Chart, Rattle, and others. He edits The Mantle Poetry (themantlepoetry.com) from Pittsburgh, PA. (jamescroaljackson.com)
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such good writing is a blessing to ease our tough times in a new year.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful piece.
ReplyDeleteSomber, sad. Well done.
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