You ask why I walk backward
You ask why I walk backward
Put one step towards me
Stumbling down a quicksand of your blood spent
In time
A time locked in a clock
One dawn to the next
Of me waking
To these texts
Of this tongue twisting
That bent
And stole continents
And bought the brilliance you ask of me now
You ask me now
To chase after your lost cows and be black?
What is black in this graded age
Basked in the sun
That rises from the West?