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ONCE ON A NIGHT IN THE DELTA: A REPORT FROM HELL -for Sterling Brown Gravel rattles against the fenders of the van The River flashes in the distance. The wind is thick with the scent of honeysuckle. The road from Greenville curves like the sickle Of the new moon, now hanging over east Texas. Moun' Bayou sleeps on a straight street. The poor live on both I sides I of the tracks In this town peopled by Blacks. Tho the bloods I now I pack pistols And rap on two-way radios, And the homes of a few are spacious and new, With sunken patios; Tho the dice are I shot I thru a leather horn and The whiskey burns my belly in the early morning, We still shuffle in lines, like cofHes of slaves: Stamps for food-the welfare rolls and the voting polls. We frown. Our eyes are dark caves Of mourning.-So I'd like to report to you, Sir BrownFromaway I down I hereMississippi is still hell, Sir BrownFor me and ol Slim Greer. Junel981 Ill ...

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