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.

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