You are on page 1of 2

All The Colors Of Black

They closed the curtain,


The disease still darkening the room
Mama. Clutching the blanket
Everyone was gone now, she let the tears fall

Papa pulled out the corn that had


Been forgotten
Shriveled, Brown, Crumbling at the Touch
A cart rolled Up

Mama, Papa yelled, The paper, they’re here


No, Mama silently moaned into the cloth
No, wishing he was here

Papa had to drag her out.

They stood together. The camera flashed.


Bringing out the deep scarlet
Brimming their eyes.
Crows. Cawed.
The cows. Stank. From the barn.
Mama. Papa.
Stood watching the truck leave.
Unable to breathe. The pitchfork
In Papa’s hand
Felt as if it was pressed against them.

Wailing and Screaming.


Mama fell, pulling up the dirt
Trying to feel her son’s hand
Trying to find his face among the dust and rock of the gravel

Papa carried her back to the


house.
No longer a
Home

They would burn their black clothes.


Tomorrow.
Let them die.
Black only brought upon
tears

You might also like