Angular in vision Feminine in aura Masculine in universal Fundamental in landscape
A pointed land Language folk speaking Tongues of a stealthy ambiguity
(anchored)
upon a fragmented landscape
(a canvas)
layered upon a black man's hands crooning 'cause white striplings churning blues from guitars now
This is the toward the south green grass stretched like lace along a Mississippi trail The men The women whose slurr tongue whipped the back of my grandpapa's papa my grandmama's mama wave to me as if I am their own
It is a chorale of waves miscengenated voices of lads and girls she milked of lads and girls she birthed then sold