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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