My great-great grandfather’s
(of the Underground Railroad)
Grave is on fire
His bones feeding fire
Pinnacles
Where giant condors nest
And set sail for the Pacific
Are on fire
Their homes feeding fire
And the fire next time
The human fire of James
Baldwin hero of the awakening
His words feeding fire
The fire starters
Are us lighting and laughing
And dancing on graves
On slaves on birds
Our crimes feeding fires