Poem for the Brother Who Leapt ...

Sat, 04/15/2017 - 21:50 -- skybird

Did you see it?
That brother can do it
oh yes indeed he can,


like a young trout at dusk, 
in a sweet still lake,
like a pouncing cheetah, 
from many yards out,
like Wille May in the outfield, 
for a soaring high ball,
like the most monstrous of great whites 
rising from the dark depths & exploding 
out of the ocean seal prey all clenched
in its merciless jaws,


like a cobra after transfixing its quietened mark,
like the most glorious of lithe pole vaulters,
like the most dandy of sweet young gymnasts,
like the great bull Magic Johnson springing over all & slam
dunkin' that rocketed ball as the whole court is helpless & the
people rock & its more points on that board,


that brother did it


just tore that Southern Hate right on out
of their White Pride hands,
brother just plain did it.


This poem is about: 
My country


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