18267, lucille clifton Posted by rgv, Fri Feb-03-06 10:55 AM
"the lost baby poem"
the time i dropped your almost body down down to meet the waters under the city and run one with the sewage to the sea what did i know about waters rushing back what did i know about drowning or being drowned
you would have been born in winter in the year of the disconnected gas and no car we would have made the thin walk over the genecy hill into the canada winds to let you slip into a stranger's hands if you were here i could tell you these and some other things
and if i am ever less than a mountain for your definite brothers and sisters let the rivers wash over my head let the sea take me for a spiller of seas let black men call me stranger always for your never named sake
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