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Poetry
Spring/Summer 2017

A question of bones.
for Mari Evans
by jessica Care moore
What will they make of our bones,
Black & beautiful & identified
as woman?
Will they replant us and recycle our magic
Will we grow into a new familiar strange
american fruit?
Will they finally eat us, whole.
Crack us open like a walnut on Christmas
Will we finally be recognized for the gift
we are to the world?
When we are dead, will skeletons
File into a formation of forgiveness, reverence?
Will they return our bones to our children?
So we can bury their memories in an unmarked grave
I imagine Alice Walker triumphantly coming for Zora
Digging her out of that dirt, with body of work
still bursting with breath
Who will come
Who will come
Who will come
for the rest of us?
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