i can only go back
three generations
ten generations is your
pantheon of ancestors
i am short six generations
i can only go forward
maybe one day I can go
back across to the other
side of the graveyard in the
ocean if my soul
can ever leave the
water but only if i go forward
i only know forward
i am the child of the horse eaters
that’s where i begin as far
back as i can go to the farm
where my grand mother took me
when my mother left me after
traveling down route 66 she
stopped to give birth migrated
on leaving my grandmother the
girl from the farm to claim me
before we went looking for her
traveling in the colored car on the
train clacking across the country
with lunch in a grease stained bag we
went to the horse eaters
it was near my birthday
or christmas some winter month with
snow i remember presents a car coat
warm with a hood a rocking chair with bells
ringing when you rocked i left it behind
but we took the car coat
hood on my head my face on
the train window steamed with
my breath as we clacked away
i wonder what happened to the chair
i wonder what happened to the land
when the children left the horse eaters
the children became
teachers real estate agents
they became nurses
accountants they
went to the city
perhaps they sold the farm
i was too little to know
but i remember the
tart sharp taste of horse
flesh remembered the
smell of the simmering meat
not the horses so much but
the meal they made know now
the promise they held fed
more than hunger
in the body they fed hunger
in the soul
souls that survived
to go to the city
to be other things to be
more than the horse
eaters could dream
of tilling and sowing with
lean harvest following
lean harvest followed
by leaner harvest
with growing children with
dreams of the city when the snow is on the
ground all you have is what you have
when the house is tarred to keep out the wind
rooms going straight back shotgun style
eating precious land that reluctantly yields
life but inside life is abundant
as are dreams in the
house the horse eaters are the children
of hunger they have climbed a steep
hill they have learned to hold on
they have buried their hope in the
ground they have held on
their children grow and they
pour their love into them
they hold on
you must hold on when life
wants to shake you out of it
you must hold on to what you
have if you want more
you must hold on to the land
wrested from blood sweat
on the steep side of the mountain
you must hold on or
the dreams will starve
once the taxes are paid once the tools are
repaired once the store is paid once all the
too many bills are paid once all
the labor spent is spent
all that remains is hunger
when the land won’t feed you
when it fights back refusing
to yield you must hold on
you must feed the dreams
the future has to eat
kill the livestock
all of it down to the horses
to feed the future’s
dreams gravy
grits full bellies
land that the future
will sell to
go to the city
without the land
we ate horses
to save
Things ain’t like they used to be, Ayo. I planned to come to the play on Sat but my mind said it was Sunday so on Sunday I went to work at the Flea Market then left early so I could take a power nap. Went home to take a power nap and got up to come to the play at 8pm. A friend came by so he followed me down to the theatre. It was black as a nigguh in da night! So please forgive me and put me down for Saturday night, if you run Saturday night. Put me down for four tickets if you can. I will try to bring some people. Love, El Muhajir
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