The casket is open
I am not yet there
Emmett Till holds my place
Keep the casket open
My ashes to be spilled in
Lying along side
A son plunged into death
By the fist of rage and hatred
My ashes to keep it alive and warm
Much like ash around a tree
An emollient fertilizer mulch
Like me unseen but my heart
Left behind for
What never could be explained
Insanity grips at the end of hate
Of fathoming
Birth cries scream a little louder
Fate still awakens
Just as your head crowns
“No. Let the people see what I have seen. I think everybody needs to know what had happened to Emmett Till.” Mamie Till Mother of Emmett Till.
