Elegy for Tree
 
		Series editor’s note: The tree in Tamara J. Madison’s poem is one that holds a blemished beauty, both life-giving and life-taking. The speaker addresses the tree right away, opening an ancient wound that perhaps all black bodies will know deep in their bones; here is a tree, a living, pulsating thing, filled with beauty, and wonder, and such greenness, and yet what does it hold? Another black body, another black body. – Mahtem Shiferraw
Elegy for Tree
	to behold the beauty blemished
	to cringe the jeering crowd
	to flinch the blood-letting
	to shudder beneath the cameras’ incessant flashings, suffer
	the bristling rope
                                                            Oh, Tree!
	you too will be frozen
	horror in the photograph
	obscenity printed on postcards
	abomination framed as trophy
	your branches lulled by the swinging Body
	the Body that once knelt beneath your shade to pray
	the Body that leaned against you sharing a first kiss
	the Body that ran, toddler feet chasing butterflies
	the Body squealing with joy
	now a dangling body
	bait for a murder of crows
                                                            Oh, Tree,
	how your leaves claw the vapid air
	as you weep this vile morning
Editorial note: Black Voices is a special series guest-edited by Mahtem Shiferraw and sponsored by the WLT Puterbaugh Endowment, which makes possible the Puterbaugh Lit Fest. The series will run on a weekly basis through November 2021.
 
                                                               
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
