The wind is silent Rivers have no reflections reveal me who I am John the Baptist East of the river Eating locusts and honey Calling me to swim Middle Passage Black cargoes floating above pungent new world seas Chok with bone and screams Runaway Slave R moonles midnight Yapping chases sniffing death air .The wind is silent Rivers have no reflections reveal me who I am John the Baptist East of the river Eating locusts and honey Calling me to swim Middle Passage Black cargoes floating above pungent new world seas Chok with bone and screams Runaway Slave R moonles midnight Yapping chases sniffing death air ... Freedom forward my mind Migration Blazing cotton fields Exchanged for frigid train rides... Tears in the city Jazz onward a Rainy Day Rain falls onward drum earth Lifting verses of bebop From thick mists of dusk James E Cherry's verse and fiction have appeared in Callaloo, Crab Orchard Review, Xavier Revew Obsidian II, Obsidian III, Black Arts Quarterly, DrumVoices Revue and elsewhere. COPYRIGHT 2000 African American Review |
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