2. Captured and
Returned to His Master
Some niggers isn’t and they is
Never gonna be and them I known
And I remember best
is niggers I seen dead /
Remember even
the breaths they was
always breathing breathing like how when
The master come into the
fields the fields is changed
Their breathing come
Into the wind as we was
marching
and the wind was changed
And it become like fruit we marching could
pluck from the air
The wind was fruit the air was trees
We marching could eat and be
satisfied
Them niggers isn’t and they never was as we was
marching full of how we was
Each of us gonna kill a hundred white men each
a hundred and we knew it was
on the German Coast
The death in us was bigger than the life in us
except for some of us it
seems like now
And them the niggers got their heads cut off
mounted on poles
on the roads into the city
New Orleans
The white men recognized them mounted them
to make the air
Rotten and come from them / Rotten
the meat in their necks hanging down
Like ivy on the gates of heaven
