Candy-Coated

Candy-coated The darkest day The most bitter night Warm, salty tears crawl down The back of sweet bamboo Candy-coated , granular gold For which I break my back And rain with perspiration For to grow and harvest crop Picking leaves, picking weeds Field hands grow tired and numb I have but tasted toasty, roasted coffee Nor smooth, citrusy, herbal or bitter tea Brewed and elegantly placed for a party How silly of adults to play house In the dinning room The able nose, breathes a brief remedy I bleed for the fibers on my back Absorbing my steam Harvesting white hairs For the puff of tobacco smoke Filling the lungs with cancerous strokes Master’s wife,Mrs. Mosquito Buzzes in my ear Bites And consumes my blood It’s plump and red with juice Relief come with scratching Blows by the masters traced As far as the eyes can see Marckincia Jean Imagism 10/01/19