At my right hand
At my right hand
The impossible map
Of abstract lines
Of Eight Street and
Beyond under the sea
Immediately the water rose
Surprisingly it kept coming
Pass parks and avenues
Of homes in the low land
Of a class system of being poor
Black folks been fleeing waters
Since the great flood allowance
Over the land and life was made frugal.
At my left hand
The anniversary of the flood
Impressed by the changing of subject
When nothing is more important then money
Paid with a map of destination toward the knack
Of amazingly beautiful grace of special spectacle
Who received the advance meal of the savage
System of mystery map meant to make your mark
And money your motion urgently.
poem by David E. Patton
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