1966
What
you saw…I want to know…can you still smell it?
Fried
catfish…watermelon…love.
Living
life…in the middle of it all.
Kelly
Settlement…there in a vision.
Light
and darkness but mostly gray…Mississippi paradox.
Slab
cement…ashes…crying “freedom summer” in January.
Acrid
smoke…still riding the air.
Crushed
by…wheels of justice.
Satan
and his demons burn in Hell…or is it Parchman?
The
immortal declaration…slowly rises.
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