Removing

I breathed heavily

And she went to heaven

I saw blacks and whites

Or, you might even say

Blacks and Crackers

Mingling at the back of the bus

Smoking junk

Hitting up junk

Consuming junk

They performed

Exorcisms and ballets

Carefully calculated choreographies

Like moths traveling around a flame

Like bees bringing pollen back to make honey

Sticky

And sweet

The bear in the book

Brings back memories untold

So, this is my story

And my story is wed

Controlled

Cemented

Catapulted

© 2007 David Greg Harth

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