BlackMagic

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You have mastered the art of death,

so well

whenever you’re deceased

you come back in forms different from the first.

How,

how black man,

how do you wield so many lifelines?

Kick the bucket yet pass on your breath like a will into six other black bodies.

What magic lies beneath your skin

and do you own mordsiths for daughters?

Does the moon hide in your back at day or

the sun set in your mouth at evenfall?

You laminate your name

on every heart and edge over the world in all.

Your descendants are spread over the earth’s ends,

Tell me black man, is this reincarnation or immortality.