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A SECRETARY OF SPIRITS


The following minutes were
logged by this Secretary to
the Spirits during the last five
years which have occasionally been
like a devil woman on a heart


Sometimes I felt
only a beetle could inch up
from this situation
Y'awl know what I mean


I am no bettle
not even a bishop
got 90% wrong on the priest's
exam
Scared of snakes


Just a red baboon with the
hurricane's eye
got up sometimes in a Businessman's
three-piece
Mostly an errand boy for the spirits
It's honest Work
You can even come by promotions
I'll rise or
maybe grow up even


I hail from a long line of
risers
like Grand ma ma, old oak
off on a new path
she sculpts from the clay

Written by Ishmael Reed

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