To Escape Inequity

In the years of nineteen-hundred and sixties in palm of muggy Mississippi Delta we would walk around in thick & bitter air, we would hide in denial’s shadow too witness laissez-faire across forbidden tracks, then I, as a child, nine or ten, would sleep and dream of flying, of flying above thick & blinkered, & pungent clouds into flare of greeting nihility, and as I would awake for another chronic day rustlers mounted jimmy crows awaits to shatter our rise