The blackening pigment of his skin. The
Filigree he wears like a policeman’s
Blanket to cover his nakedness. To
Be taken like an abstract hieroglyph
Imbedded in the interior walls
Of the great pyramid. Painted in the
Old way. Chiseled in to mix blood and ash
As mortar to hold the panes of stained glass.
To shed light colored in the dust and sand
Of tradition. To guide him along to
The afterlife. His exterior all
Weather coating guaranteed for life
And then some. More than just illustrated
Parchment for you to judge him as a book.