Legacy – Poem by Amiri Baraka

In the south, sleeping against

the drugstore, growling under

the trucks and stoves, stumbling

through and over the cluttered eyes

of early mysterious night. Frowning

drunk waving moving a hand or lash.

Dancing kneeling reaching out, letting

a hand rest in shadows. Squatting

to drink or pee. Stretching to climb

pulling themselves onto horses near

where there was sea (the old songs

lead you to believe). Riding out

from this town, to another, where

it is also black. Down a road

where people are asleep. Towards

the moon or the shadows of houses.

Towards the songs’ pretended sea.