Dear Yuri,
I see black bodies
I see black bodies
Piling one atop another
Grey, ashy, dusty
A good bleaching perhaps?…
burnt to the bone like over fuelled barbecued charcoal
l see black bodies
Dull, lifeless, no shine
Deadened skin, rubbing against deadened skin
I see black bodies
A pile of them
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle
Weathered hands
Weathered feet
I see black bodies
Glazed looks,
Hunched backs,
Corny…
Yes…
I see Piles and piles of black skin
One atop another, lifeless
Glazed looks
Bent knees
Singing the national anthem perhaps?
Black bodies…
Black skin
Cars going back and forth
London Bridge is falling down
I see black bodies