Nameless Fields

And we talk about not talking about

The n word.

As if the concept

No longer exists

Nameless and alive

bottomed and ignored

Evading abolition

Each on that paper

While the soldiers

March through the South

With their torches

Armed with chants and


Burning any fantasy about

a new america

To the ground.


And we still talking about 

The n word

Prisoner of the Bars

On a rooftop between friends