Lucy Barrow, Revolutionary
convicted & hanged at Jerusalem, September 26, 1831
nature blessed you, Black Woman
in love with promises of a preacher man
as the age of prophets
Red Bandanna Lady
Sunday, you heard him prophesy
star-crossed heaven of black and white
blood dripping from the heavens
shapes of men in different attitudes
hieroglyphics and of Christ laying down
cross for us to bear. You walked the road
Jerusalem’s hill, your soul in mid-air, the hand
God upon the Serpent’s throat, His sword
to cover the sun, turning autumn colors
on Sweet Lucy! Hold on night and day!
on Dear Lucy, to your lovely Mistress!
on! August Madness is on the wing
John’s throat, boys! Cut quickly now!
from us, ancient Easter, treacherous hag!
new world has begun!
now my Sweet Lucy, from a faraway
that will drench this sin-soaked earth
pagan blood (man, woman, child), in terror
us drink the life spirit of men, bold and determined,
in bed quilts, plugs of tobacco on their breast
can’t hear you, Black Woman, my Dear Sweet Lucy
can’t hear the joy of freedom in your laugh. Their ears
the shriek of fanatics and monsters! But we know
miracle of the Hour! The last shall be first, the first last
love of life shall save you, O Lucy of the Night
Dame of Freedom! We won the Day!
Day! Monday, August 22, 1831!
and gunpowder, a Great Feast of Jubilee!
Mistress is chained to the lie of her illusions
in hell, Witch! Lucy is on Freedom Road
on, Sweet Fearless Lucy! Ride on! Ride,
Wondrous Warrior, your
coffin to the gallows!