Death of a Racist Cousin

when the death call came
your confederate ideas
and vile vernacular
came swinging back at me
like a bloody noose from
our haunted family tree
there will be no wails of grief
from me for you
as they bury you
in your proud white sheets
all I have for your decrepit life
and hilarious demise
is a wry warlike smile
that says that today
there is one less
of you and your kind
in my beautiful and diverse world

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John Michael Antonio is a freelance writer, photographer, poet and screenwriter. He claims his Midwestern roots while at the same time admitting his incurable and insatiable love and addiction for all things New York City. He has been the husband to his wife, the love of his life, for almost thirty years and is a father of three wonderful children. He is an unapologetic male feminist as well as a passionate lover of fashion, art, movies and music from all eras and genres. An endless dreamer, John Michael is also an avid historian, ex-punk rocker and a legendary Internet surfer who sleeps, on average, about four hours a day. His work has also been featured on The Good Men Project.

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