Apology for Apostasy? (Excerpt)
Soft songs, like birds, die in poison air
So my song cannot now be candy.
Anger rots the oak and elm; roses are rare,
Seldom seen through blind despair.
At a VA Hospital in the Middle of the United States of America (Excerpt)
Stars from five wars, scars,
Words filled with ice and fear,
Nightflares and fogginess,
and a studied regularity.
The Sun Came (Excerpt)
The sun came, Miss Brooks,-
After all the night years.
He came spitting fire from his lips.
And we flipped - We goofed the whole thing.
It looks like our ears were not equipped
For the fierce hammering.
- Etheridge Knight
