“he has a right to be hostile, his being are being persecuted.”

….

while antiquity
is still analog: rebirth it!
deliver yourself to court,
so tehuti himself
may testify on your behalf;
he done seent the whole thing,
a witness to all this ruin…

“yes, o’mighty auset,
he was just minding
his own business like
a sunrise-in-training.
he was in the temple planting
yams and then – BLAM! – tuskegee!
who even demands a priest
to pick cotton? it’s so barbaric!
he wrote it all down, tho; journals
and ledgers and a chapbook. shit,
everyone knows:
telling a yam farmer to tend
to bolls only turns him 
into a poet, what else
could he do but write lyrics
in day then slit th’oats
at night? you know,
before all this contagion, 
his whole entire family was
valedictorian, destined
to cure cancer! …and look
what they did to him –
singing and dancing
just to sell avocado toast
to people who pick avocados
for fun, but will drop a bomb
on you if you say you’ll pay them
to do it! barbaric…
it’s all so barbaric.

i’m just surprised
it took him this long
to snap. it’s a miracle,
really.”