Two Poems
Kwame Dawes, 25 May 1995
Angelus of mercy, Al was the Pope
walking through the squalor of an unfeeling world –
yes, sometimes, numbed by his stuff, he floated among the giddy children
bestowing vials of mercy, brittle vials of mercy for the pain.
At first it was not the money, just a simple act of revolution;
a way to stir the darkness of defeated descendants of slaves
to something more volatile,...