God Is A Black Man

        The dice of God are always loaded -- Emerson

By Marcus B. Christian

God is a black man throwing dice,

While His partner is yellow Time,

And the scores are marked upon melting ice;

On His knees, in the dust and grime

Of the road that leads to Eternity,

Where the races of men go by,

Like a black man dreaming, He shakes them free

And flings them forth with a sigh.

God is a black man throwing dice

And each man is given his day

At throwing them once—but never twice—

For each must be on his way.

Each time the galloping squares are thrown

The scores on the wet ice climb;

But before they stop and the spots are known,

"Fade you!" cries small, yellow Time.