01/23/2026
“O wound wound wound that will
not bleed at all.”
– Martin Carter, I Walk and Walk (1952)
Long before we knew how bongos worked
people carried on ! Cassareep people, body
plate slick ‘n’ heavy | our Father superior
locked up his collection ware . Who cooks ‘n’
eats the heel of cows?
Choices still elude the poor ‘n’ handy
who measure how waves break; how collard
green vitals shrivel steaming mangrove^
like strain hold.
…………….
At the NY Supermart . idle too long near
the Guinea yams you feel these stranger eyes
tagging > Just landed ? papa Mizani, what news.
At the KY game home^coming marchers
knee lift jubilee^time drills . our great
grandfather trombone out bound sourcing.
…………………
@Water fall or elevate the multi-channel
dead (not fully) counsel < Watch yuh back^
back ! catch^all Kompa slow up streaming.
+
Flag days > mind on hue blue harvest, Toyota^
mounted school yard snatch < survivor
limping cross the plank for tarpaulin cover.
- W.W.
YUH RAP SO (6.4)
Though scribblers all – Khan, Ladd, Moksha, Francis – none
was political, but no man or woman
(Even somebody who’d never been allowed
To forget he/she was born to be an odd
Non-member of/outsider to a certain
Tribe, one that would pretend it wasn’t hurting
Since its scars were concealed behind the curtain
Of a determined forgetting far worse than
Any commonsense recall of how to be-
come – as though breath were a set of recipes
For coping) was ever not political.
(from Raponani by Brian Chan, 2023)