Haiku for Sybrina Fulton

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Blk boy born dead but still born/can't find an ocean to drown in, when hounds come running/Their teeth, a cemetery of white men hanging from gums like a thousand knives/ Sybrina pushed her son out and something inside of her broke that was not water./ Maybe a neck? she thought, when her son crawled out of her womb already a man, noosed, throat leaking at her knees She would have prayed the blk off of him, or dragged him back to her center, but he was fast/Spilled out of her body like a blk river of oil, so the water could not hold him too long, the dogs smelled his blood and ran When they were through with his body, she collected all of his white teeth, sang the ivory through her womb, begged God to reverse eulogy and skin Prayed the blk off time, wondered if dead boys would keep on growing inside.