To my Fellow Castmates, All The Way LBJ, Actor’s Playhouse, Coral Gables, 2017

Tonight. Tonight in Camaguey, in 1870
My great-grandfather joined the Rebels
who fight slavery after watching a woman’s baby
like a pea shucked out unto the square
her “master” in name only hadn’t given 
his “property” permission to have a baby.
 
Tonight. Tonight my uncle waits on the banks
of El Ebro, in Spain, for another fascist attack.
His Mosin broken in the last fight tossed aside
only the bayonet in his left hand, ready.
 
Tonight. Tonight my father dragged out of bed
by a death squad out to the porch 
Where my mother, pregnant, pees herself
waiting for the shot which never came:
one of the men had been my father’s student.
 
Tonight Schwerner, Goodman and Chaney
drive down a dusty road into the pitch black tyranny
of Mississippi but this time drive on and on and on
never making it back to Meridian from Longdale
driving on past their chalky grave in the common clay
…three saints, martyrs 
to listen for any justice left in the world…
 
…to us. Telling their story. Tonight

 

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