Brooks Haxton Black Poems
- 1. Sackcloth
I made sackcloth my garment once, by cutting
arm and neck holes into a burlap bag.
A croker sack they called it. Sackdragger
they called the man who dragged a croker sack
... - 2. Storm
Cattle egrets in the dry grass waded
like white clerics at the hooves
of brood cows, heifers, and new calves.
... - 3. Submersible
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? Psalm 42
Down from twilight into dark at noon,
through darker, down until the black
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