POEM OF LANGSTON AND AUGUSTUS.

Why they are standing on Warburg Crescent,

I do not know.
Then three black cars turn off Balfour Street,
Slow, slow, slow.
Dark convoys become systemic,
As we deal with pandemic.
Wish I could recite a poem by Langston Hughes,
And play a dub by Augustus Pablo.
In the coldness of loss,
Let there be a little glow.

I heard of the howling woman,

Louder than siren and caw of crow.
Depression begining to embed itself,
On her diet of toast and Prosecco.
As it begins to impact,
Breakdown becomes fact.
Wish I could recite a poem by Langston Hughes,
And play a dub by Augustus Pablo.
In the coldness of loss,
Let there be a little glow.

Wish I could soothe all the sufferers,

Letting the words and melody flow.
Someone got a phone call today -
And then fainted from the blow.
Taken off our grid,
Sent there by Covid.
Wish I could recite a poem by Langston Hughes,
And play a dub by Augustus Pablo.
In the coldness of loss,
Let there be a little glow.

©Natty Mark Samuels, 2021. African School.