OLD MEN NECKS BEND
old men necks bend
of broken bones nd backs
they walk alone in city slick streets
around ghetto dwellings
preaching from slender pulpits
others pronounce nd show off
fashion themselves;
in wheels nd rags untied round heads
singin ‘boogaloo songs,
jude boxes beat tunes of death marches they write
for some distant highs:
we swing – breathe hard
we scatter our money along city slick streets
old men necks bend
from broken bones nd backs
they walk along in slick streets:
the shovel and picks got them down, got them down
down, down so long
diggin wide ditches, tunnels to their graves
we love – we create
we get down – we procreate
nd bring female/male children
into this ‘mean’ world
through holy wombs
who have known death before life
coming nd becoming a part of the new generation
flowing always into our distant future
we make them laugh
hear them cry
prepare their minds for the danger traps
nd teach them a dance
no other people on the face of the earth
can step tooooo
Zack 1976
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