The Phoenix
(For James Baldwin)
by Ségun Ògúntólá

Amid the ancestral “dead”

Asleep the fiery One

Black.

Millennia long His slumber in His East gazing pyramid vault

His glory now rising

Sunrise.

Prepare the Ark

Of virgin steel made, its belly of titanium coated

For this His next coming will be scorching.



©Ségun Ògúntólá 2006