Yet another
great loss for the literary world, Playwright, poet and author Amiri Baraka died
Thursday, 9 January 2014. RIP, love forever!
I hunt
the black puritan.
(Half-screamer
in dull tones
of another forest.
Respecter of power. That it transform, and enlarge
Hierarchy crawls over earth (change exalting space
Dried mud to mountain, cape and whip, swirled
Walkers, and riders and flyers.
Language spread into darkness. Be Vowel
and value
Consonant
and direction.
Rather the lust of the thing
than across to droop at its energies. In melted snows
the leather cracks, and pure men claw at their bodies.
Women laugh delicately, delicately rubbing their thighs.
And the dead king laughs, looking out the hole
in his tomb. Seeing the poor
singing his evil songs.
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