Fannin in Da Shade uv “Tha Big Appul”
Mercy line marched toward da shiny lights,
spun in tha web of ah mythical suasion.
sucked and gnawd in fodder holes,
bonded echos on ah frosted ledge
rumage raw meat in beggard clothes
–prayin fa rain and chewin da stares . . .
“Loooord God hab !mer’cy!”
come tha scream in da voice of each sale
Copyright © 1978 Asili Ya Nadhiri