A Momentary Requiem / by Javetta Allen

There is a heaviness in the atmosphere

This mourning

My wings have been clipped

By the grief of reality

There is no song

No dance

There will be no soaring like an eagle

Not today


A requiem

For the dashed dreams of black boys and men

I kissed one today

And sent him off in faith

My soul sinks as I pray


There will be no soaring

This mourning