she was looking for her sunglasses
my eyes blinded by solid gold, the dead man
on the cross, the little white man holding a small black baby, what was that in this land
the Senegalese man told me that Brazil is the most racist country in the world and it wasn’t long ago
he only left in 2024
so many white men, they call them Popes, lining the hallway, and more downstairs in the crypt, the sharp bitterness of death lingered in the air
i tasted it on my tongue wondering at its enduring odor, the power of the papacy
she was sitting dejectedly in the pews without her sunglasses, only the reflection of gold in her eyes, the sorrow of it all
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