in the belly of
grace I fall
I long to drink
deep of its
the blink of
A Blackout Poem inspired by the poem by Dante Micheaux below:
The Second Beautiful Harvest
By Dante Micheaux
I wake in golden belly of this abode and sense some diurnal grace at work.
take my body to the fall, to bathe and anoint my genitals with shea.
have made my journey to the cold hills to commune with my people there. I come for the second beautiful harvest and have waited long to look into its eye. The harvest hosts libations, the meal and my desire— so I drink the deep heady liquid of languid stare, under the hum of many voices: burgeoning friendships and reunion in the low light. I break into the soft weirdness of injera and dip my fingers into the meat stew,
the glory of the kings. The clear splendor of the serving boy, his slow blink as of a camel, does not distract me—here to reap but seduced by the second beautiful harvest.
Copyright © 2019 by Dante Micheaux. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on August 14, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.