Red Clay, poetry by William Wright, Jr at

Red Clay

Red Clay

written by: William Wright, Jr.



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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