21/07/2020
John Murillo III writes a prose poem about Kanye West, catalyzed by West's recent "Birthday Party" rally but a long time coming. Part of a larger, in-process collection entitled /Lost and Found/, a collection of prose poetry about the countless Black folk, living and dead, lost and discovered in the afterlife of slavery.
"You are left weak shambles because you give everything in asking. No answers but the flashing lights because there are none. You only cut as you cry louder; sharp shambles shards are what you speak. Pain twinkles from shattered stained-glass window panes, shambles flaying Black hands outstretched across years and cities and digital spacetimes, reaching to shake you shambles, to wake you and say, “Goodmorning” ooowee eeoo ooo oo ooo-oo-oooooh, to tell you shambles, “You’ve done good mourning, now come back to us, prodigal mourning son, come back shambles and let us hold and behold you the way you don’t know or cannot say you need.”"
You cry out inside can’t you see shambles Mama, what I’ve become? Ndodna Nda don da can’t they see the blood on my leaves, Mama? Mama, why can’t they ndon da da don d’n da see shambles the light of…
