Tuesday, January 2, 2024

Original Poetry ~~ Collectivist Action

 Original Poetry
  Collectivist Action 

1969

I was 15 years old


I remember 


watching the news

every nite on a 

black and white

television set


the massive bombing of North Viet Nam


Mark Clark and Fred Hampton murdered

by police in Chicago


our student walkout

 at my high school


my father’s car 

Repossessed. . .


the only thing 

WONDERFUL

I remember

was hearing, for the first time,

Sly & the Family Stone sing:


“Don’t Call Me Nigger. . . Whitey!” 


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‘African Proverb Poem’ (concludes with the proverb)


He captured the caw

Of the crows mating song


Soared & glided

Like an eagle in the wind


She mimicked the mule

Kicking hard with the hind legs


Slid like a sidewinder

Slithering on sand


He sang like a songbird

Singing in summer


Cried like a crocodile

Approaching its prey


She hopped like a rabbit

Danced like a dolphin

Bopped like a bobcat

Hummed like a hummingbird

Quacked like a duck

Roared like a lion

Buzzed like a bee


‘Copying everybody else

One day

The monkey

Cut his own throat.’


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