Where r U?

I looked in your room
for treasure I had lost.
Some photos remained;
soiled clothes and papers tossed.

I searched for your heart
smother'd 'neath the dim past.
How far back to count:
this century? - or last?

I cried for your soul
that broke thro' a black child.
Scream songs full of tears
to be set free (not wild).

I grieved for your spirit
buried 'neath the false skin.
No image to hold
of first bond to the Kin'.

© Sept 2002, Alan Dougall