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5T0NE for Mikey Smith stone to death on Stony Hill Kingston Jamaica on Marcus Garvey birtday 17 August 1983 67 hen the stone fall that morning out of the johncrow sky it was not dark at first . that opening on to the red sea humming but something in my mouth like feathers . blue like bubbles carrying signals &planets &the sliding curve of the world like a water pic -ture in a raindrop when the pressure, drop hen the stone fall that morning out of the johncrow sky i couldn't cry out because my mouth was full ofbeast & plunder as if i was gnashing badwords among tombstones as if that road up stony hill . round the bend by the church -yard . on the way to the post office . was a bad bad dream and the dream was like a snarl ofbroken copper wire zig zagg -in its electric flashes up the hill & splitt. in spark & flow -ers high, er up the hill . past the white houses &the ogogs bark -ing all teeth &fur. nace &my mother like she up . like she up . like she up -side down up a tree like she was scream, like she was scream, ing no &no -body i could hear could hear a word i say. in . even though they was so many poems left & the tape was switch on &runn. ing & runn. ing &the green light was red &they was stannin up there &ewa. where in london &amsterdam &at unesco in paris &in west berlin & clapp. in & clapp. in &clapp. in ¬ a soul on stony hill to even say amen . an yet it was happening happening happening . the fences begin to crack in i skull . and there was a loud beocleooooooooooooooooog/ like guns goin off . dem ole-time magnums . or like a fireworks of dreadlocks was on fire . and the gaps whe the river comin down inna the drei gully where my teeth use to be smilin . an i tuff gong tong 68 w' W [3.17.79.60] Project MUSE (2024-04-23 10:58 GMT) that use to press against them ¶de pronunciation. now unannounce an like a black wick in i head &dead . & it was like a heavy heavy riddirn low down in ibelly . bleedin dub . & there was like this heavy heavy black dog tump, ing in i chest &pump, ing nurderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr & i throat like dem tie. like dem tie. like dem tie a tight tie around it. twist, ing my name quick crick . quick crick. an a nwa wear neck -tie yet. an a hear when de big boot kick down i door . stump -in it foot pun a knot in de floor, board . a window slam shat at de back a mi heart. de itch & oooze & damp a de yaaad in my silver tarn -bourines closer &closer . st Josephmarching bands crash -ing &closer & bomsi. cai si. caboom ship bell . nom si. caisi caboom ship bell & a laughin more blood & spittin out Immmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm* i two eye lock to the sun &the two sun starin back black from de grass & a bline to de butterfly fly -in 6? & it was like a wave on stony hill caught in a crust of sun -light & it was like a matchstick schooner into harbour muffled in the silence of it wound & it was like the blue of speacewas filling up the heavens with it thunder & it was like the wind was grow, in skin the skin have hard ears . hardering & it was like marcus garvey rising from his coin . steppin towards his people cryin dark & every mighty word he trod . the ground fall dark &hole be -hine him like it was a bloom x. plodin sound . my ears was bleed -in sounn70 [3.17.79.60] Project MUSE (2024-04-23 10:58 GMT) & i am quiet now because i have become that sounn the sun. light morning wash the choral limestone harsh against the soft volcanic ash. / was & it was slippin past me into water &it was slippin pass me into root, i was & it was slippin pass me into flower. & it was ripping upwards into shoot, i was & every politician tongue in town was lash -in me w/spit &cut. rass wit &ivy whip &wrinkle jumbimum it was like warthog . grunt -ing in the grounnn & chilldren running down the hill run right on through the splash of pouis that my breathe, ing make when it was howl &red &bubble & sparrow twits pluck tic & tap. worm from the grass as if i man did nvva have no face . as if i man did nvva in dis place 7* hen the stone fall that morning out of the johncrow sky i could not hold it brack or black it back or block it off or limp away or roll it from me into memory or...

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