Boy-I-Say-Boy Posted:

For My Grandpappy (Who Was Hung For Hollering At A Pregnant Cow)

Across the wide wild seas

I sailed towards the east

Through the Gibraltar tight

Under the bold blazing sun

Until my feet found desert

Billions of grains they shift

and roll down parched dunes

Hundred of miles I did tred

To reach the pillars of Irem

Whisper and vibrate, they sing

The ancient history of man

I wept, collapsed in tire and awe

Murals of the human time line

Unfolding from all directions

Of my mind’s luminous eye

Yet nowhere in this portrait

did I see a god damn man

Being hung for hollering

at a pregnant cow.

-Silas K. Stokes, 1932

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