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The Returning Son

Posted to Poetry

Black lumps are really bodies
Like Agamemnon murdered by
A returning son
On a silent snowy night
With only
Their mother as a witness
White and stoic
Holding their beautiful corpses
In cupped hands
Stained with invisible
Forensic blood
But she too has fallen dumb
No longer talking
Or outraged by the death
Of her black children