The Hood’s banshee (poem)

 

The Hood’s banshee

Poem by Juan Carlos Diaz

 

 

Wilmington, Delaware’s row homes are two hundred-year-old Giants.

A gun lets out the scream of the hood’s banshee.

A hustler’s soul is caught between her teeth as the temple that Once housed the man’s soul lies limply at the feet of the row homes’

 

Painting by Roy ferdinand

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