V. MODERN LAYER
and each time the boi dies pour one out for ‘em.
the black word is left to the air again cry whole hailstorms.
new kindling in every mouth / love harder than thunder.
new dances for all the dust. all theliving done together.
IV. 2013 –2017
their fingertips cartographers of the land play the dozens with the devil.
meet red clay in the jaw / flame death mans be for everybody.
slate lining the ribcage / funny box run right over.
anoint altars with honest touch.
III. 2006 –2012
throat a cavern of infinity water to a whale.
hairof pitch-pine smoke nappy as a briar patch.
and hands content with emptiness an appetite for every breath.
the black word became the boi ayyyyyye.
II. 1995 –2005
and so this black word spoke itself anew. aw shit.
declared itself a body / a beating fire / go off, nigga.
a burning heart / yo, that’s lit.
a brown skin etiology.
in the beginning there was the word. ohword?
and that word was black. ayyyyyye.
but this primordial black lacked a glyph;
a phoneme with no flesh equivalent. damn, that’s cold.