Young Afrikans

of the furious

Who take Today and jerk it out of joint have made new underpinnings and a Head. Blacktime is time for chimeful poemhood but they decree a jagged chiming now. If there are flowers flowers must come out to the road. Rowdy!— knowing where wheels and people are, knowing where whips and screams are, knowing where deaths are, where the kind kills are. As for that other kind of kindness, if there is milk it must be mindful. The milkofhumankindness must be mindful as wily wines. Must be fine fury. Must be mega, must be main. Taking Today (to jerk it out of joint) the hardheroic maim the leechlike-as-usual who use, adhere to, carp, and harm. And they await, across the Changes and the spiraling dead, our Black revival, our Black vinegar, our hands, and our hot blood.