Slave burial grounds and cemeteries continue to be vandalized and disrespected on a regular basis in the South.
Ten years a slave
times 15 at least
a piece of history that never seems
to ever find its peace
severed under ground that’s leased
To the highest bidder
Can you tell that I am bitter because we’ve seen and done all of this before?
All that is left is the land over our ancestors’ heads
Like collateral for a loan we never even took out
Dejected and neglected
Like a bastard child
The world has the nerve to feel embarrassed about
A product of its own rape, pillage and evil
But here lies the sequel
Burial grounds hidden in small southern towns
Cemeteries on university grounds that
Can only be found underground
Hidden from civilization.
We go from decimation to dedication to desecration
back to decimation all over again
A murder of mind and memory each day we ignore and pretend with
Burial ground dedications and designations and celebrations
While glass shards and hate speech and skull bones and fire
Serve as party decorations…
Can you tell that I am tired?
Because my ancestors couldn’t live and
Now they can’t even die
7 thoughts on “They Can’t Even Die”
I love this. And it’s so true. They make sure to never touch those Confederate burial grounds though
One word… Fire!
No, thank you!