Wednesday, May 14, 2008

"He cues the clear blue daylight ..."























The Black Cock
by Ishmael Reed

for Jim Hendrix, hoodoo from his natural born

He frightens all the witches and the dragons in their lair
He cues the clear blue daylight and He gives the night its dare
He flaps His wings for warning and He struts atop a mare
for when He crows they quiver and when He comes they flee

In His coal black plumage and His bright red crown
and His golden beaked fury and His calculated frown
in His webbed footed glory He sends Jehovah down
for when He crows they quiver and when He comes they flee

O they dance around the fire and they boil the gall of wolves
and they sing their strange crude melodies and play their
weirder tunes and the villagers close their windows and the grave-
yard starts to heave and the cross wont help their victims and
the screaming fills the night and the young girls die with
open eyes and the skies are lavender light
but when He crows they quiver and when He comes they flee ...(more)


Mask from Southern Guinea, Kono or Guerze peoples, early 20th century. Image from Artchive.

3 comments:

Perfumeshrine said...

It really sounds like something Nick Cave should be singing!

BTW, thanks for the pics! Got them :-))

BitterGrace said...

I wouldn't have thought of it, but you're right--it is distinctly Nick Cave-ish. Wonder what Reed would make of that?

chayaruchama said...

This one scared the CRAP out of me.

[Needless to add- I loved it]