04-18-2025, 05:07 AM
The Kankana-ey's honored dead
are hanged high off the sides of cliffs
in coffins small as casks of wine,
the curled-up way one enters life
is how one also ought to die,
at least according to that tribe
of not-quite-negroes once St. Louis
put on display like animals
for eating dog, as if they thought
such meals did not mean sacrifice
in fruitful times, while in the drought
imposed on them by their curators,
their not-quite-slavers, it was eat
or, in that level country, die.
are hanged high off the sides of cliffs
in coffins small as casks of wine,
the curled-up way one enters life
is how one also ought to die,
at least according to that tribe
of not-quite-negroes once St. Louis
put on display like animals
for eating dog, as if they thought
such meals did not mean sacrifice
in fruitful times, while in the drought
imposed on them by their curators,
their not-quite-slavers, it was eat
or, in that level country, die.