After Jericho Brown
What’s black and white and read all over?
It’s Monday, the puzzling week’s “easy” day.
            Monday: the week’s puzzle sits uneasy, day
            After year pressed through: letters stain my clothes.
After this year I feel pressed through, letters stain my clothes
Like “something you might rub in a graveyard.”
            Answer “something you might rub in a graveyard”
            With STONE you’d be half-right: don’t forget fists.
A stone’s a half-remembered fist
As if all fists did were lose to paper.
            The crazy dream of fists losing to paper
            Is marching in the streets with posters and pain.
We are marching in the streets, a roster of pain.
What’s black and white and red all over?