The Widow's Mite

Woe to anyone who insists
"greater love hath no man than this"--
my mom
laid down her life
so low
she tried to take it.

If We Had Been in the Days of Our Fathers, We Would Not Have Been Partakers with Them in the Blood of the Prophets

Woe to you
small white towns!
For you build the plaques
for abolitionists and
underground railroad stops
for the Blacks

whom your ancestors enslaved

while you,

yourselves,

keep voting Red.

2nd Isaiah (Ammended)

Beat plowshares out of swords
and pruning hooks from spears—
just don’t touch my guns.