AB, ode to Amiri Baraka


    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