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Article: Slim's Stride.(Poem)
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- African American Review
- Article date:
- December 22, 2002
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Slim's Stride
for Sterling Brown
The Death Angel put down his paper,
looked at his wife as she sewed,
glanced at his baby angels' capers,
and commenced to put on his robe.
He went over and got his silver wings,
pasted them onto his celestial flesh,
looked around and got all Death's things,
forgetting his silver gloves in the mesh.
His wife said, "Baby, you forgot the touch.
How will you shake souls to fly to the light?"
She knew how some hate ascension so much,
how they wrestle, mistake her man to be slight.
Ole Death Angel stood with shoulders like worlds,
all aglow in the window with coal black skin
shinin like The Blues. His service pin unfurled,
he ...