White Sheets

The trucks bassy rumbling engine backed a preaching Saxophone
Post – rainstorm trumpets chirped in humble excitement
The plague of Dawn and an ageless damp scent
finger-painted streams stroked on Mothers of imbalance
From a womb
she Rose
slit from the Earth in Cesarian greatness
A fate,
archaically aroused
Foreign heiroglyphics systematically scribed
on skin drawn from this land
magically worded on white sheets that dressed her Brown baby
They slept for two nights back to back
with space of another between them
That distance of eternal unity
A distance that has no equation