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ON THE YARD


A slim
young fascist
fresh from the Hole
slid into me
murdered me
with his eyes
and said, "Man,
why ain't you
doing something?"

All night
I sat up
All night
wrote 5,000 words
explaining how
I
was doing something

but the slim cat-
beautiful fascist
didn't buy
it-nor
did I
completely.

Written by Etheridge Knight (1931-1991)

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