At Last, Night

(in memoriam to Atatiana Koquice Jefferson*)

Max Smith
Max Smith
Nov 5 · 3 min read
Photo by Eye for Ebony on Unsplash (Not Atatiana)

hat last night

Your hushed breath yanked from your body
Your fair limbs, still too dark
For pardon,
Less (bless) human understanding,
Spread themselves thin
In weathervane fashion

Splaying, in multiple directions,
Control abandoned
The white wood floor rising up
To greet you The world overtaken
By red of the butcher…

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Max Smith

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Motivated by social justice, equality, humanity. Using words to shed light, build bridges & narrow gaps. EthnicWriter.com | maxsandrox@gmail.com

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