by Anthony J. Mungin
Many of My Brothas have harkened to the
sounds of that last gasp; its patented flow,
its deadly blow;
many of My Sistas have felt that sting, that
deadly sting—embedded are its thorny
tentacles; after which, the scenery is blurry
and white
many Black Mammas have audibled
death singing that deadly song;
its librettos beckoning them along;
many Black Papas have felt the beat of
death while here on earth, alive!
many of Our Kind have taken
that lonely plunge, that solemn dive.
Thus, have breathe, that last deadly
breath…meeting unflinchingly with death.
Far too many of Our Black Race—,
have envisioned death,
face-to-face;
he was that Twilit figure, packing them
lonely holes!
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am a native of Charleston South Carolina. At age 14 I moved to Baltimore MD where I lived with relatives before joining the United States Navy where I served for thirteen and a half years. I have been writing off and on for almost 25 years and in that time I have published my works in various media forms., To date, I have completed a few other manuscripts for upcoming fiction novels. Additionally, I have self-published a poetry compilation entitled “Conceptions of the Heart and Mind”; have had my poems featured in “Rewrite Sunlight, A Poetry Anthology, ” and have won a number of poetry awards., Other aspects of my work have been featured in several venues including Examiner, SinclairNews-LSNewsGroup, and This Just In. Finally, I am in my second year of an MFA Creative Writing program at the University of El Paso and am a member of the International Association of Professional Writers And Editors (IAPWE).
Last updated September 30, 2022