IN ORANGEBURG MY BROTHERS DID by A. B. Spellman.

In Orangeburg my brothers did the African twist around a bone-fire they’d built at the gate to keep the hunkies out.
The day before they’d caught one shooting up the campus like the white hunter he was.
But a bone-fire? only conjures up the devil.
Up popped the devil from behind a bush the brothers danced the bullets cut their flesh like bullets,
black death black death black death brothers black sisters black me with no white blood on my hands
we are so beautiful
we study our history backwards & that must be the beast’s most fatal message that we die to learn it well….

From: beautiful days, Copyright 1969, reprinted by permission of A. B. Spellman.

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