Ode to Augusta

Ode to Augusta 

Eyes cast to the sky. Nose broad. Lips voluptuous. 

Negroid features forever in stone. Beautiful. 

See my people she said. They're worthy of eternity she said.

Hands covered, eyes to the sky, clay from the ground. 

See children, she said. We are here. You are here. Made from my own hands. 

Be. Eternal. Be still. Be. 

Created in my own image are my children. 

Negroid features forever in stone.  

-JBM