STERLING
It all seems
so ironic now.
In college,
I was totally out there.
And I do mean out there.
Any demonstration
within a hundred miles,
I was there, carrying a sign, screaming.
Black Power,
all that jazz.
It felt good,
it felt real good.
And I believed.
Whitey, The
System, they were
about to go
the
way of the dinosaur.
My daddy said,
“Why don’t you prepare
for a real job — law, medicine, even accounting?
I didn’t survive the Good War
for no sociology shit.”
Black Studies
he always spat out
with open scorn.
But that’s where
it was,
the action, the freedom, the energy.
And
it was a good place to be —
in those days. Nothing at all wrong
with majorin’ in sociology.
Only
no jobs.
Reality hit
the Big Fan.
So I signed
up, innocent as
the proverbial babe. I couldn’t
have
been thinking — ticket to what?
As
it turned out,
the jungles of Vietnam.
Lord, I thought
Alabama was hot!
Felt at first
like the oven
of Satan himself—
only humid,
with the air
clawin’ over you with tongs.
But the setting
wasn’t so bad overall,
sweating, crawlin’ around, pretendin’ to be
accomplishin’
something, till
Boom! that shell
hit
and everything went black.
Black
as night.
An’ I’m not
talkin’ African
skin black, which is mostly brown
anyway, ‘least in my case,
I’m talkin’
black
as everlasting absence
of any light, sun or moon,
blind as Oedipus
in — where was it? — Thebes.
Joe was beside
me with his leg blown
off, laughing
like a maniac, “I’ll never play
baseball again, I’ll never play
baseball again,”
almost like
he was glad
to be rid of the American pastime.
But I looked
out
and saw nothing more
than
the end of my favorite life,
the life I had been so busy acting in —
no
more Civil Rights,
no more upping The System,
just feeling
my life
ooze out like the lost soul
I always was,
prisoner
of the Old South
not yet crawlin’ to the New.
As the man said,
sockets dripping
in tainted blood, “I was blind,
but now I see.”
I see in myself
a fool of the first order
who believed
we could really
change The System, make it help
the poor, the damaged,
the folks with
the dark skin
who suffered so much and will never
get their justice
without some serious blood.
Man,
was I a babe!
Innocent and so blind —
and now I stare
at the world,
I look at everybody through the heart
of myself and see it
clear as a shell
break open like
a flower
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