My great-great grandfather’s

(of the Underground Railroad)

Grave is on fire

His bones feeding fire


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

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