THE PIETA, a poem by Samuel Son, Featured on Life As Activism 

THE PIETA
by Samuel Son
Featured on Life As Activism 

charred, acrid smell of gunpowder

smokes from the holes in Philando’s body,

which carries the stigma(ta) of

all things dark,

lead from the muzzle

to the flesh, three wounds enough

to steal the soul, four more

for good measure

 

out of black

skin red blood pools

soaks white cotton

 

black…….. red……….white

red…………black…….white

black……..black……..black

 

Mary can’t hold him,

she wants

……………to cradle him

she wants

……………to take his place,

she wants

……………to pull him back,

she wants

……………to spare him black death,

but Mary can’t

 

The lance spearing her heart is

her uselessness

To be born black is to be born with a cross-

hair on your back

 

Mary don’t weep

give

witness


Samuel Son is columnist at North State Journal, Sojourner,  and Presbyterian Outlook. He has poems published and forthcoming at American Journal of Poetry, Cultural Weekly, Ghostwood Books and Tuck Magazine. He serves as a teaching pastor at New Life Triangle.

 

 

 

Image credit: Tony Webstser on Flickr

 

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