Mama's Bones



They want Mama's bones

no flesh no blood

just bones

dry

empty bones

they will be happy then

sucking her bones

wouldn't wash her feet

give her something to eat

just her bones was all

they cried aloud

went to court

over her bones

didn't have time for Mama's love

her tender touch

tales of the old south

her mourning over husband long gone

still maybe she loved him

she gave him four children, after all

why wouldn't she still love him

think of him

wonder why he let white supremacy

drown him in drink

but her bones remain

and so they scramble over them

fighting like mad dogs

the bones are dry

no meat

no blood.

--m