VOODOO MYSTERIES
—for Alden Reimonenq
New Orleans is a rotting city—
It’s been rotting away for centuries
An ancient tired old seaport—
Down by my murky Gulf of Mexico
Katrina was nothing new—
The city’s been dying for years
Hurricanes & floods come & go—
But decadent depravity flourishes
You can smell the rotting death—
For miles downwind at night
You can smell the stench of evil—
Cane, rum and black slavery
Créoles from Haiti & Guadalupe—
Their loa-languishing loins
Ibo, Congo, Nago black cock—
My mulatto mother’s complexion
My delta dinge dick her gift—
Reminding me of my divinity
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