to the hiss of Howitzers, we pay abdications
in the edges of diamonds, cut for DeBeers,
barren fields of savage poundings.
he comes, Jonas, upright man seeking divinity
by inflicting pain. Of the pain we stood,
indifferent to griefs of God's black ones.
oil, soil and diamonds,
bright dreams broken to flames,
Marx or Mao for the black carcass.
Oslo, Nov. 1999