Red Clay
written by: William Wright, Jr.
@loftydreams101
They treat his mind like an empty parcel
Planting fevered dreams
Their chemical blasts
Softly blossoming in the night
The weight of a mother’s verses
Of a father’s rusted proverbs
Till through his quiet reveries
To sow their former selves
He gives back the trusted psalms
Of their fast-fading past
The sprawling lore of their gods
He breathes their legends by heart
Words born again
Torn from the red clay
Rearranged in the depths
Beneath the rhythms of their shackles
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