America - Windows of the Train.

There was no spring that summer

the days grew hot suddenly

the violets no sooner out than shrinking

and the green earth parched.

The negroes were out on the streets

with whips after midnight

and blood was the dew on our days.

A white teenager (female) was found

split on a stake in the park

and strange drawings appeared in

miscellaneous lavatories.

The white slaves, unhappy, seemed

restless in their ghettoes

waiting for the news of killings,

counting down their numbers til the last

robot policemen trailing his aerial

along Madison Avenue

had his flame extinguished down Central Station

The Dowager surrounded by black guards

found no one had cleaned

the windows of the train


March 1968