Sunday, 20 February 2000

So The King Sold The Farmer #39

By Amiri Baraka.


The Ghost


Ghost


Watch out


or the Ghost


Ghost get you


Ghost


Watch out
or the
Ghost


In bitter darkness screams sharpness as smells
& Seas black voice
Wails
in the death filled
darkness


Their bodies disease beneath intoxicated floors
A seas shudder afraid its turned
to Blood


The bodies
they will, in death's skull
to Lionel Hampton
Ghost Look out
for the Ghost


Ghost
is have us
chains
is be with
dying


is caught


Sea mad, maniac
drunken
Killing sea


Ghooooooooost


Ghooooooooost


The chains
& dark
dark &
dark, if there was "light"
it meant
Ghooost


Rotting family we
ghost ate
three

A people flattened chained
bathed & degraded
in their own hysterical waste


below
beneath
under neath
deep down
up under


grave cave pit
lower & deeper
weeping miles below
skyscraper gutters


Blue blood hole into which blueness
is the terror, massacre, torture
& original western
holocaust


Slavery


We were slaves


Slaves


Slaves


Slaves
-

Slaves
-

Slaves
-

We were


Slaves
-
Slaves
-


They threw
our lives
a way


Beneath the violent philosophy
of primitive
cannibals


Primitive
Violent
Steam driven
Cannibals

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