Gethsemane Painted Black
BY ASHUNDA NORRIS
gardened
governed
& alive beyond myself
, I forego agony
for meditative ceremony guided by magic
, messiah blood skin
pouring from my eyes
I weep as seven locs are cut off
my divine head
If I judged my life by the way the senate votes
, id be dead & forgotten
a slope of matter anointed
Alice Coltrane spirit piled high
I like my tea hot & stirred
with cannabis
am I the only one with an ache in my side
from all this self sacrificing
I regret it every morning
being in bars alone
reach for a prophet under siege
apart from the pillars
I use to sweep up all these mere mortals
hiding truth from me
Praise House
BY ASHUNDA NORRIS