The Hood
Infant Jesus reflected eyes
A black man longing for childhood
Long lost. Memories germinize
By carols, candle light, the hood
Echoes tiny brown wrapped babies
Dozens of them, mewling WIC checks
And soy formula. Lectures from
Minimum wage outfitted clerks
Shame shepherds in good will costume
Into moody silence. Now skies
Open finally realize,
The father of all fatherhood.
Just a blog about the idiosyncrasies of life.
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