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Poem	O masks and metamorphoses of Ahab, Native Son I The icy evil that struck his father down and ravished his mother into madness trapped him in violence of a punished self struggling to break free. As Home Boy, as Dee-troit Red, he fled his name, became the quarry of his own obsessed pursuit. He conked his hair and Lindy-hopped, zoot-suited jiver, swinging those chicks in the hot rose and reefer glow. His injured childhood bullied him. He skirmished in the Upas trees and cannibal flowers of the American Dream-- but could not hurt the enemy powered against him there.
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