AB, ode to Amiri Baraka

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    by Raymond Nat Turner

     

    Ho Chi Minh penned in

    “Prison Poems,” the

    Poet must also

    Know how to lead an attack

     

    Amiri Baraka, Raymond Nat Turner at Malcolm X birthday at Schomburg, Harlem 051913 by Zigi LowenbergNot a god or stamp, you

    Are still my father, son and

    Holy-ghost, post-Langston,

    Sterling poet warrior

     

    Still the syn-tactical surgeon

    With precision pen, atomic tenor,

    Suturing my severed tongue

     

    Still the armory

    Issuing anti-fracking ordinance

    For strikes on Mengeles

    At Monsanto

     

    Still the arsenal

    Supplying smart bombs for

    Our war on government-guided

     

    Attack-Negroz like

     

    Da Men of Steele – Shelby and

    Michael – Long Dong Silver, AKA,

    Thom-Ass Clarence, Ward Connerly,

    Colin Powell and dem imperialist Rice wenches …

     

    I searched frantically for you at the end

    Of the Apollo’s Sekou Sundiata celebration;

    I jumped over a chair, just missing you, at

    The Harlem Stage tribute to Abbey Lincoln;

     

    Finally, caught you at the Schomburg’s

    Langston Hughes Auditorium, at the

    Fidel-Malcolm Meeting book talk –

    Forgave you for slipping

    On Iceberg Slim, and

    Told you, “I LOVE YOU …”

    Raymond Nat Turner © 2014 All Rights Reserved