praise poem for everything under the sun

after Nate Marshall and Psalm 148

praise for the call and response

praise for the love that tastes like last days

the bitter tongue

the silent grenade

praise for the sun kissing

you Black and golden

calling your flesh and your soul

around its yellow circumference

and honey warm and silk

against your cheekbones

praise for the ashened nights

whistling through pot-holed streets

the blackened, bleeding wind

the soft crux of it all

and praise to you

a new day kisses you soft on the lips

trees hum to the tune of a bleeding moon

praising a new birth on troubled waters

praising a new birth on the edge of sun and sea