Hawk - Kamau Brathwaite

these children mek dis pack with you & yet they shoes lie gape & laughin .emp- ty blood- (y) in the burn. in grounn... o come back Black Hawk come back come back turn yr dark volume higher up . let it plough field of patient terraces again. long lonely roars of corn for Ginsberg Whit- man for Hart Crane for Louis Ornette al- ways for Rollins & for Trane. for wind for snares for turrets tunn- els under- wound & underground & underrriver.  stair- cases pour- ing never-end- ing down their space w/no xit w/no amaz- ing escape face no save- ing grace for all the		suns & mothers of the murthered world the headless heedless streetless IIIWorld wo- man's infants aban- don on hospital steps in pothole sidewalks full of spite. full law on light- less deconstruction sites in gashes at the sides of palaces in signalling banana leaves.  the roll- ingstock compartments of our railway carr- ages.  in joy- less bull- rush rushes.  in  care- full folded straw the metal hearse inside the mental horse of Troy. three hundred fifty firemen them- selves be- coming fire.  the glow- ing shar- coal engines of their eyes still howl- ing ishak me- shak & adednego

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Kamau Brathwaite (born 1930) Barbados
Source: Born to Slow Horses, Kamau Brathwaite, Wesleyan University Press, 2005