Intelligence of the most high degree,
aid this mortal pilgrim with speed today
to clip the wings of devilish memory,
which soars like buzzards taking life away:
The mental cycle of oppression done
to self and parents and ancestors long
forgotten on this earth of moon and sun
but persisting as this body plods along:
At least I can relate to histories
of enslavement, poverty and freedom
from agency; the muddy memories
of true endeavor, before the chains have come:
In my DNA, I bear my own defeat
at the river mouth where fresh and salt must meet.