Things Are So Random After the Womb.
Article Type: Poem
Author: Scott, L.E.
Pub Date: 12/01/2010
Publication: Name: Journal of Pan African Studies Publisher: Journal of Pan African Studies Audience: Academic Format: Magazine/Journal Subject: Social sciences Copyright: COPYRIGHT 2010 Journal of Pan African Studies ISSN: 0888-6601
Issue: Date: Dec, 2010 Source Volume: 4 Source Issue: 2
Accession Number: 306754411
Full Text: L. E. Scott is an African American jazz poet, currently based in Aotearoa/New Zealand. He is on the staff of "Tu Mai", a magazine for the indigenous people of Aotearoa/New Zealand. Scott has had a number of books published, the latest being a collection of poems entitled "Bones", published by Five Islands Press of Melbourne University, Australia. He has also had work published in two recent anthologies, "Fingernails Across The Chalkboard" and "Gwendolyn Brooks and Working Writers", both published by Third World Press.
Things Are So Random After the Womb
(in the time of George W. Bush)

   A nun
   dressed in black
   taking pictures of the Pope
   on his death march
   dressed in white
   proof of what?
   both are childless
   moving on beyond God
   and his prisoners
   at the airport in L.A.
   and the Metro in Paris
   and in the streets of Madrid
   young black men
   dancing with brooms
   clean, clean, clean everywhere

   Ralph Ellison
   invisible offspring
   telling you what to kiss
   'Birth of the Cool'
   get back

   colored his mind with indigo
   came back from Afrika
   called it
   a period of blue
   people walking around in circles
   pulling life like human mules
   mules who have enslaved
   other mules
   such rotten teeth
   they smile
   when speaking of
   in Marrakech
   that wondrous city of Morocco
   a few steps from the Medina
   of gods and snakes
   and naked mules
   dancing for the money
   all is for sale
   flesh, flesh
   in the Place Djemaa el-Fna
   mules with no forehead mark
   they have left Mohammed
   passing other mules
   with the mark of five daily prayers
   to the sound of the camel drums
   marching the square
   bodies of decay
   an array of mules
   dressed in all kinds of colors
   and fetishes
   and round
   and round
   the square
   they dance
   until the dark is no more
   raining in the house

   September 11
   hooves coming from the womb of Islam
   will have to be hoof-printed
   on landing in Christian-land
   verily, verily
   I say unto you
   you still do not see
   why the fire came from the sky

   in the belief-land of Mohammed
   your deeds have been more
   than the words of Salman Rushdie
   after the fire
   dressed now
   in your red
   and blue
   being led by a mule
   by a supreme court
   in another land
   their hooves would have been cut off
   the war on terrorism
   should indeed
   start at home

   remember the mayor
   before the September Fire?
   zero tolerance
   terrorists dressed
   in New York's finest blue
   guns and toilet plungers
   fighting crime
   they pledge allegiance
   to the flag
   one nation under

   James Baldwin
   no more water
   the fire next time
   raining in the world
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