The Last Quatrain of the Ballad of Emmett Till
(after the murder,
after the burial)
Emmett's mother is a pretty-faced thing;
the tint of pulled taffy.
She sits in a red room,
drinking black coffee.
she kisses her killed boy.
And she is sorry.
Chaos in windy grays
through a red prairie.
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