West side of Goose Creek


That son of Africa
who refused to comply
with notions
of less than.

No call of fore
for those who have
gone on to glory…

golfing on hollowed grounds
how can you get down?

Stolen tombstones
toppled,
supplanted by
sycophants
who aspire
to smother
uncomfortable truths

on sacred landscapes
defiled
by way of
13th holes
on confederacy hills
in the purview
of back yards
where a proud man
once called home.

Bazil Newman,
who now resides
on a hillside
on the west side
of Goose Creek

grave undertaking
by those trafficking

in nefarious frequencies
pocketing that which they
enamored,
with no cognizance
of humanity
in frequencies
of oh say can you see…

it was once told
by those seeking
to be free, to watch for

Overgrowth of weeds on
shores and the signal
to proceed with being
ferried across the Potomac
and thusly we honor.
the shoulders that
hold us aloft
and allowed us
to be
by persisting…
hat tip to
the Ancestors
on Juneteenth.


A reading over a sound bowl by way of my Son and some ambient sound by way of the water’s edge.

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