- This poetry bag is
heavy.
- Weighted down by the white
man's greed and dishonesty for 10,000
years.
- My eyes are blinded by the
search for gold
- and my ears are pitched to
the high voltage industrial scream of a billion fuel
burning engines.
- Time is hung around the neck
of every slave that has ever existed under my
rule.
- Carried my great hunger with
bloody consequence.
- My thirst is quenched with
the sweat of people who were born into metropolitan lines
of starving masses
- that gassed 100
civilizations of Romans and English and Colonial stealth
jet technology transgressing into the spirit world of 95%
of the humans on the planet.
- Upon it
- women have been foot bound
-
- drug down -
- come on -
- swept under
-
- and walked in the rear of a
billion lines
- along with the cattle and
stratus of water
- coming and
going
- coming and
going
- in coastal floods of
domination and over saturating testosterone
nightmares.
- And the Indian
people
- they weren't spared the
wrath of my weakness.
- They showed us how to grow
corn.
- How to shorn our crops
before the winter frost.
- And all it cost them was
their families -
- their religion
-
- and their very way of
life.
- Later even their place among
the nations of their mother earth.
- These native Americans were
beat back -
- butchered up
-
- men turned to the white
devils' liquor and greed.
- Their seed washed away as
whites took their women into the frontiers of the great
Pontiac and Geronimo.
- Tortured in the Golden
Fields of Liberty for conquest from the Atlantic to the
Pacific railroads.
- And how my brain bleeds as I
think of the Africans.
- Their bibles hanging around
their pain in thorny Christian
manipulation.
- On the slave ships they
cowered in steel cages
- felt the rage of their
masters and the sucking breath of America pulling them
into chains
- and whips
- and rape
- in the cold dark Southern
nights.
- If I could bear it I would
ripe this ugly pale skin from my body.
- 1 would wring out my soul
down by the riverside drunk
- and raving up to silent Gods
that set me in motion.
- I would drown my guilt in a
thousand tear-soaked oceans where the hungry and poor
fill up the gapping
- vaginal canyons of the
desert.
- I would skin 10 trillion
kilt animals across the universe
- and milk 10 million ripe
mammals into the mouth of babies crying toward the
void.
- The noise I would make when
I died would fill the lonely mountain tops to the far
reaches of Tibet and
- Bali.
- Trees that hold the dead
souls of all people would shine with
humility
- and an all encompassing
calming wisdom.
- An army of nurturing
goddesses
- would sweep the
techno-terrorism civilizations of the world from the face
of the planet and transform us
- into something we're not or
ever have been.
- Then I could finally be
proud of my heritage again.
- If I could I would change
the world for better.
- I should fill the valleys
with wetter places of growth and peace.
- I would drift along in the
enlightened purity of my white skin . .
and
- Ohm-0hmmmm-0hmmmm.
- Create a
home
- for us all
- in this poetry bag of
mine.
- This poetry
bag
- is soooo...
- heavy.
Copyright Clebo Rainey 1999
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