the lowland of blood

I’m a white page
Empty of feelings
Not numbered

So I’m light
Heavier than powder
Thicker than air

I wish I was tender
As a white angel
Soft as cotton
Sweet as pollen
Bitter and black

Soulful as south
Significant as an ant

Oh, I’m not grain
I’m not written
I’m a piece of wood
Softened to white
The colour you like
The one I got
Got left behind

I’m no more of flesh
Far from the forest
Deeper in the concrete

I’m a slave
Sweat and leaking
I’m the king
Of nothingness

by Willie Mays


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