MORALITY by Naomi Long Madgett

This is the surest death of all the deaths I know.
The one that halts the breath,
The one that falls with snow
Are nothing but a peace
Before the second zone,
For Aprils never cease
To resurrect their own,
And in my veins
Flows blood as old as Eve.
The smallest cell contains
Its privileged reprieve.
But vultures recognize
This single mortal thing
And watch with hungry eyes
When hope starts staggering…

Copyright 1965, reprinted by permission of Naomi Long Madgett.

Naomi Long Madgett

Category: Celebration of Blackness,