Swirl Of Kinship Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

Tonight this swirl of kinship

moves across my memory

floating like mystic dark clouds

deeper than flesh and blood

inebriating the mind.

In vaulted exile

my vision is blurred

like a fetus in a mother's womb

knotted in umbilical cord

and I go back in time

and I watch demented countrymen

gouge panic and fear

as if tomorrow will never come

and people whip-lashed

through marrow of bone

moving backwards and forwards

crisscrossing

latitude and longitude.