In ter of the Negroes

    he doors are doors of paper

    Dust of dingy atoms

    Blochy sound.

    Amorperns caper

    And t  for midnight

    For fun to blow doors down.

    By the railroad

    ith fluid far-off goind

    Boundaries bind unbinding

    A weles blowing.

    No trains or steamboats going--

    Yet Leontynes unpacking.

    In ter of the Negroes

    s in Lieder

    More than German ever bore,

    erday past grandpa--

    Not of her own doing--

    In a pot of collard greens

    Is gently stewing.

    Puss fold and unfold

    In a supermarket sea.

    And ter find out, mama,

    Since o Mount Vernon.

    In t begind the paper doors

    on tove ws cooking?

    s smelling, Leontyne?

    Lieder, lovely Lieder

    And a leaf of collard green.

    Lovely Lieder, Leontyne.

    You know, rig Cmas

    they asked me if my blackness,

    ould it rub off?

    I said, Ask your mama.

    Dreams and nightmares!

    Nightmares, dreams, oh!

    Dreaming t the Negroes

    Of taken over--

    Voted all ts

    Rig of power--

    Comes the COLORED hOUR:

    Martin Luther King is Governor of Georgia,

    Dr. Rufus Clement his Chief Adviser,

    A. Phy.

    In we pillared mansions