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By Vachel Lindsay a Study of the Negro Race

By Vachel Lindsay a Study of the Negro Race

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 The Congo
By Vachel Lindsay
 A Study of the Negro Race
 I—THEIR BASIC SAVAGERYFAT black bucks in a wine-barrel room,Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable,Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table,
 A deep rollingbass
Pounded on the table,Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom,
Hard as they were able,Boom, boom, BOOM,With a silk umbrella and the handle of a broom,Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM. THEN I had religion, THEN I had a vision.
I could not turn from their revel in derision. THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THEBLACK,
More deliberate.Solemnly chanted 
CUTTING THROUGH THE JUNGLE WITH A GOLDEN TRACK. Then along that riverbankA thousand miles
 Tattooed cannibals danced in files; Then I heard the boom of the blood-lust songAnd a thigh-bone beating on a tin-pan gong. And “BLOOD!” screamed the whistles and the fifes of the warriors,
 A rapidly pilingclimax of speed and racket 
“BLOOD!” screamed the skull-faced, lean witch-doctors;
“Whirl ye the deadly voo-doo rattle,Harry the uplands,Steal all the cattle,Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle,Bing!
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM!”A roaring, epic, rag-time tune
With a philosophic pause
From the mouth of the Congo To the Mountains of the Moon.Death is an Elephant,
 Torch-eyed and horrible,
Shrilly and witha heavily accented metre
Foam-flanked and terrible.BOOM, steal the pygmies,BOOM, kill the Arabs,BOOM, kill the white men,
HOO, HOO, HOO.Listen to the yell of Leopold’s ghost
Like the wind inthe chimney 
Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host.Hear how the demons chuckle and yellCutting his hands off, down in Hell.
Listen to the creepy proclamation,Blown through the lairs of the forest-nation,Blown past the white-ants’ hill of clay,Blown past the marsh where the butterflies play:—“Be careful what you do,
 All the O soundsvery golden.Heavy accentsvery heavy.45

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