Ladder II
When they flang me down that hole I clawed for home—
When they sealed the seam with clay : sucked roots and ore—
When my gut would grind would groan of lack I ’voked some meat—
When I was blindered underground I seen our creek—
When stench would stain the mind the mind would branch—
When I got stripped & roped to stand for sleep I reined my hoss—
When cane-straps flogged us cross the field we’d call a tune—
( When rows of welts ( still ) grave the mind the mind will climb. )
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