BLACKNESS SO BLACK
BY bILLYE oKERA
I've been in Blackness so black
Black donít even know it be black -
Night so heavy on me
Daylight had to trip by quiet
Less it rip un-ripened woe from the vine
And leave in kind it own mourning.
Seems to me, if you could see just a little son-light
Just peer from under blankets of soulessness
And bless the coming of day
Then you could play the dozens with tragedy
And have your say with holocaust
Boss it back with your knack for word and song.
Donít get me wrong
Iíve spoken to the leader of the band
And he be playing oldies but goodies
But blues be blowiní
From the think and broken reed of a sad alto sax.
What I lack is joy
Just enough to keep black at bay
And the braying hounds from sounding the judgment horn.
Gabriel be set to play blue-black notes
In rote repetition and staccato screams
Careen from the tem be drum
The tum-de-tum-tum of feet in Ghanaian frenzy.
My black be blacker than the closing of the eye
At the death-hour
Towering above me
Hovering over me
Walking with me
Toying with my joy-stick
Messiní with my praise.
I have day upon day of no contact with God
And as way leads on to way
Iíve come to wear black rather nicely
While the icy gorge below
Bellowing over the falls is calling every hour...
The great falls tripping over jagged rock
With the ridge of hell just under the foam
Of the wave.
Oh, Save me God.
You who from the dark abyss
Kissed the deepest dark with Son and star
Who sparred with Leviathan and won.
Save me God.
You who declares what is and ainít
As the saints be danciní down demons
Down in the sistah circle
Shirt-tails whirling in dervish drunkenness
Black thighs absent the sign of the lying lover.
My black be blue-black
Beggard of a burly-black
And beeiní neither cold or luke-warm
It be hotter than sun-stroke
Hotter than holocaust.
My black be blacker than my fist
To your cheek
A hissy-fit black
Where Jack Koerner and Little Miss Muffet
Sat and sprayed venom all over suffering.
Now I ainít one to pray wash me whiter then snow
Cause snow be cold and hearts be frozen easy
And thereís the sleazy way soul tends to disappear
When even spectral light wonít penetrate
And there ainít no hue to guide you over.
My black be blacker than midnight
Black so black
That I have a knack for walking
Shoulders bent and a covering for sacred eye
When just above my head and in the skies