A Black Guy Near the Fence

There is a

black guy near the fence

Just right close to a tree

And a hat right down his face

There is a

Crossing road crossing behind

between corns and between piles

Standing close another guy

There is a

Sun dying at the sky

As the clouds cover up

Covering the sight of mine

There is a

Black dog under his mands

Growling where the man now stands

apparition, a bad sign

hear strings

keeps and beats

lots of shades

comes a weep

go, boy, shout

to the wind

let it out

your heart strings

play for you

voodoo way for wheats and corns

play for you

understander of my heart.

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