Kwansaba: “Baltimoor” Blues Forges Us Ntu Ankh-People
Roiled blood, rising like Katrina, floods “Baltimoor,”
harbor of bitter succor that once bore
Cullen's “furnace” & Billie's lore. (Next door--
in Duke's D.C.--Obamas feel Fahrenheit's roar.)
Still, phat mamas sing Juneteen. Blues &
gods zag & zing: “fruit” of Lady
Day's labors that songify/signify our ankhors.
Eugene B. Redmond
Collage art courtesy of the Eugene B. Redmond Collection: Southern
Illinois University-Edwardsville (eredmon@siue.edu)
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