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Self-portrait in crow

Rustum Kozain


Again Mingus behind me somewhere

at full stomp moaning, oh lord,

moaning moaning out loud, oh lord;

me in the kitchen, hands spread out

over spices smoothed down for roasting.

I’m a piano man burning in my mind.

And I time it without time

just short of three minutes on a clock

frozen somewhere I've forgotten to look

and for that flash of the eternal, I swear,

for that flush, for once believe me,

for that flush of no time


when I am people of people,

orang-orang and watu,

when I am batu, vanhu, abantu,

floating free for minutes

from that crow, squat on my shoulders

claws hooked into my trapezius

beak buried in the neck

drilling down to the medulla

retching regurgitating poisoning

with the food of the gods:

the emesis of power,

the poisons of nation and race.


Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow on 16 June 2022


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