In the stable steam rises from the backs of blacks,
and white horses.
sent in seven ships across the ocean, red.
sold to a household of strangers,
to serial killers,
to salesmen of all sorts of devotions.
Saturdays child is safe from school.
Tuesday’s child is full of bullets.
In remembrance of the golden rule,
those she’d never spoken to sobbed,
for the sake of a closed casket,
and the six-O’Clock news
-J.Drew, 1999
