tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831489611852604619.post5016320890737223024..comments2023-06-10T14:56:16.752+02:00Comments on Anisia Serendipia: OBAMA 2/2Anisia Serendipiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469891746112097487noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831489611852604619.post-64565777329631385032012-11-06T09:24:50.702+01:002012-11-06T09:24:50.702+01:00Out of the turmoil emerges one emblem, an engravin...Out of the turmoil emerges one emblem, an engraving —<br />a young Negro at dawn in straw hat and overalls,<br />an emblem of impossible prophecy, a crowd<br />dividing like the furrow which a mule has ploughed,<br />parting for their president: a field of snow-flecked<br />cotton<br />forty acres wide, of crows with predictable omens<br />that the young ploughman ignores for his unforgotten<br />cotton-haired ancestors, while lined on one branch, is<br />a tense<br />court of bespectacled owls and, on the field's<br />receding rim —<br />a gesticulating scarecrow stamping with rage at him.<br />The small plough continues on this lined page<br />beyond the moaning ground, the lynching tree, the tornado's<br />black vengeance,<br />and the young ploughman feels the change in his veins,<br />heart, muscles, tendons,<br />till the land lies open like a flag as dawn's sure<br />light streaks the field and furrows wait for the sower.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com