Monique Mitchell: "Resurrection"

Monique Mitchell is this week’s feature on “Tomorrow’s Voices Today“, the new series curated by poet and educator Mike Sonksen.



The hand of the Lord was on me, and he brought me out by the Spirit of the Lord
and set me in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones. He led me back and forth among them,
and I saw a great many bones on the floor of the valley, bones that were very dry.
He asked me, “Son of man, can these bones live?”

Ezekiel 37:1-3

The devil dances
a perpetual December
in neighborhoods colored
with colored children.
Joseph’s coat had many colors:
Dirty blonde hair.
Eyes like spring skies.
He was white Jesus
of Inglewood.
a few feet from his mother’s home.
Brittle bones lay broken
on blood-soaked sidewalks.
Marrow exposed, morrows erased.
Andre’s smile
was summer.
Its gap, large enough
to let love through.
He loved
his mother,
his children:
twins with their daddy’s eyes,
There is a gaping
wound in the heart of the city,
much like the scars
of the Sun
who conquered death’s shadow.
I looked ‘round the valley
with God’s eyes,
Children of God
Their bones do live again.

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