Dennis Brutus


  I must conjure from my past

  the dim and unavowed spectre of a slave,

  of a bound woman, whose bound figure pleads


  and whose blood I must acknowledge in my own:  


  fanciful wraith? Imagining?

  Yet how can I reconcile

  my rebel blood and protest

  but by acknowldgement

  of that spectre's mute rebellious blood in me?


  (Originally posted January 31, 2008)