In a previous life we happened to be white
It was the 30’s everything seemed well, despite hard times
Seeds were plotted to hand us flowers for hands to fold
Danced to that talented nigga something Armstrong
We’d conga, rumba and waltz that foxtrot
Till night came then light came
Tunnel vision in periscopic gaze
Waters cascading off ruffled feathers
In sputtering rain on lake Rijksmuseum
Sculpting love symbols as the jealous leered upon in awe
Foolish lovers gawk as we squawked
Then drifted back to their edeitic sonder
Wafting on clouds as they slumber
Rubbing necks while whistling reqreuims to dead dreams
Bounded together until a capturous winter’s eve
The snowflakes sculpted our busts in mid life
Scornful flashback to wretched depravity
Salt singed splintered skin scraping seaboards
Spilt sips drip from the demons on deck
To filter pain we exchanged names
Rustic cuffs on the chains
Cut skin fiddling pain down spines
I was only a 7 full sun cycles at the time
Almost to the point where my life fluids will drain
Cutting a loc stuffing it into the locks
Somehow for 30 moon rises it relieved the agonizing shock
We were sold at different stops
But I saw you once more my dear
With arms extended quietly as they threw stones laced with jeers
In the rioting crowd you slayed fear
Before the branch broke off the oak tree
Smiling as you inviting me
A lion killed by the beta
Overthrown, flayed and spiked in a seige
A car crash in the Swiss alps
Hiroshima clutching Ichiro and Sakura lovingly while you run towards us as the explosion wipes us away suddenly
Before eyes close you are