“the tongues of dying men/enforce attention like deep harmony.” —W.S. Shakespeare in memoriam LeRoi Jones/ Amiri Baraka 1934-2014 who wakes you up bad scenic tapestry dove barely escaping hawk villains bandits robber barons slave traders an excuse for progress? who wakes you up biblical, literal or actual rips in bright kente cloth or black today symbolizing “intensified spiritual energy” enigmatic dreams get made with you enfolding your selves o man of social action lift consciousness to teach us ugly deeds toes keep a thrum upon the body politic “survival dancing” & deconstruct for us “state control” harrowing acts of cruelty, intricacies a Byzantine cloak and dagger morality play gets made of tragic events unfathomable fury fury fury or redemption in verbal spells (contagious elegance’s controversial logic) such sweetness too in a man you love turns poetry from dangerous toy to weapon lament or dirge or love song skillful means, upaya’s wit rhetoric of praise & ceremony or un-censorable blame jazz riff toward visionary plateau whose time is come this is the way it sounds griot’s call who’s a daemon? griot calling it sounds & poetry is your gospel truth who was target a whole long life in the struggle for syntax of revolution be these accidents or miracles that bind us be this friendship & love who told it as it is, love of human freedom is a love supreme is this buried, mere ornament poet saying to one coming up on stage read like your ancestors are on fire? chivalric banner guilds bowstrings obligatory joust reluctance in the cities in the suburbs but ready to rise a surreal riddle’s surprise flee? escape? surrender? fight back? consistency in the man looking back… and moving forward looking back though he break hearts he never forgets arke history & purpose twin dynamics for a new-to-come action-poetics with post-post-post-post medieval exegesis who was this journeyman plangent messenger good dark angel Amiri and could be wrathful too not about accordance the whole range is transcending human suffering, you dig? his gleaming steel uncompromised brilliance our reward
Copyright © 2014 by Anne Waldman. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on April 2, 2014. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.