Mankind is an Oxymoron

We are parked
manicured green and curated just so
we don't hear the rumbling bones
beneath us
weep

exasperated with erasure
poured out in libations
our ancestors are the door
not the gatekeepers
or the opening ceremony

But my protest is swallowed
and spit out of six foot speakers
diluted like overpriced lemonade
that we have to drink
because water

is lead out of fountains
contaminated
through century old construction
never meant to water
these souls

these 2 sets of lips
gingerly declaring a kiss
in public
is the blackest thing
we can do

Gawdis here
with Black Charisma
we are all that
oxymoron and
mankind