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By Jack Joseph Smith
VI
Children like saints have always lived in the boldness
of Middle Eastern men
Possibly thinning the white man's fear to stay,
or the black man's fear to go
Neither done in the mind, he remained in space
Drugs being the closest thing to Earth,
it appeared that he was saying sirs,
"go ahead and do your best"
No avoidence of the yardarm, and not of the yoke
Wild on the sea and burned in town squares
Caught with paints down, and buying kids milk
sailed from boats for his drunkeness, while on
the sea his quickness was yearned for by a
thousand crews
There is magic against the breeze for dancing
No motor or main sail keeps us down turned