Spooks Who Boo Spoke
I’m the latest ghostly tale of a Dead Sea non-person
A son of a slave seed;
I Diaspora bled from wooden callousness,
inside a cadaver pale white whale —
born half-dead on arrival
Bosom fed green pasture promises,
amber waves of nothing
Blue sky hope was always barren grey
Cruel cerulean reign
became crystal clear due
at the first skin auction bartering
The blue wails heard inside the Great white whale
are the heavy, scarlet laden spirits
of the spooks who boo spoke
when the chain reaction, cyclone tears tsunami fell
Billowy fear is ever buoyant
in the back of the primordial frontal lobes
Ivory cetacean throne of confusion
spouts a blustery, carpetbagging blowhole
Showering the captive voices
with coin chicanery of abysmal misdeeds
I’m the latest ghostly tale of a Dead Sea buried body
A son of Amittai seed,
a twelfth-part branch of Messianic divinity;
I Gathhepher died from iron oar maliciousness,
inside an abominable sell white whale —
born again on a crucifixion revival
Stolen heritage was our sole, ancestral possession ...
a precious lot sold at the flesh mart bidding
O dark shadow moves across the crimson horizon,
aghast eyes dread the unlocked fate coming
Ghostly tales of another Exodus
won’t trigger any alabaster alarm bells
Every spook who boo spoke
had their singed words
cinder bursting in the breeze —
Setting the soft underbelly Yeti moans of the white whale
hard-hearted cries ill at ease
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2019
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