She buried him in his wedding attire
They capture a smile upon his face
a smile that reflects the artistic of a mortician’s skills:
Somehow, I saw the kings of
Sudan Dinka, Nuer, and Anouk
Smoothest, darkest, flawless pigmentation
in Africa

I stood there; I touch his face,
And I whispered why, why now,
I think I heard him said from a distance
Ma lady, every little thing is going to be alright”
I never meant to causes you pain, I never meant
To make you feel ashamed,

Try to remember, why we met,
And why I must leave now..
As they rewind the lid down,
I said it okay, its okay for now>
The father knows best..

when your president
     old friend of yours
pardons you even before
you are legally sentenced
for assorted crimes

what do you call that?

A whistle blew
The orange squeezed cherries
Will orange-juice be made?

Pain, regret—your sobbing;
And again, quiet—her gravely somber,
How could you. How could you!
Willingly, agreed to the ashes,
a very old ancient ritual:

I remember a mortal man: without the bold red
Now it’s jar of some kind.
Did he really exist, did he really?
Walk this earth, walk the block
Made those provocative laughter
During the moments, throughout the movies,
I remember this mortal man
Not a jar of ashes  pure marlarkey
We cannot kneel at his grave
Or read his tomb stones.
Wasn’t he his children hero?
A friend of a friend of a friend;

The man with the car who had the broken muffler?
The man who chosen the white ******
While she took a warm shower, and patiently
Waits for her to come back to his bed:

That face we love is truly missing
The voice we know will slowly fade:
Back half is this really true…,  is it the end?