nat turner looks to the heavens
years later, some will credit this love of sky as a mere aberration
at best a whimsy born of heart sick
as if we haven’t looked to the skies for thousands of years
a way to divine what faith alone cannot foretell
I live in a land where to say i want to be free
is heresy—here my tongue blasphemes as the earth spins
what can I be in a world that makes my desire heretic
other than an acolyte of signs? I’ve seen corn sweat blood
like dew, god standing in a blaze of sky thicketed with stars
sharp and bright like oiled steel, beckoning me to look for signs
commanding slay my enemies, the moon eclipsing
the sun and heaven—I was baptized in its shadow
there god knew me not as a slave or fool
but crowned me son held me to her chest
as a mother would a precious child
spoke quiet in my ear my child, fight
who was I to turn away from the story of my own creation?
I who pledged to follow every vision to its source
found myself here in jerusalem
I have known whips iron and prayer
I have known whole forests the pulsing veins of leaves
hieroglyphics of prophecy I tell you
I have known my own end hung and skinned
my body more tender then my spirit
my god, my mother lifting me into sky
źródło: Read A Little Poetry
10.09.2026