Yesterday, I saw my Father walk away
around the corner, I was left screaming
His shadow tore through a crowd of blue eyes
reflecting strange fruit hanging from poplar trees
I was screaming his name when I stopped
to listen to a homeless man sing Jesus’ name
reflecting on strange fruit from poplar trees
His twisted mouth sang
I heard a homeless man sing Jesus’ name
“Black bodies swing in the southern breeze”
His twisted mouth sang
“Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.”
“Black bodies swing in the southern breeze”
His shadow tore through the crowd of blue eyes
“Then the sudden smell burning flesh”
I saw my Father walk away
Words with Black Yoda 