I have, may it please the court, a few words to say.
In the first place
I deny everything
but water
have all along
I quilted my designs
on a map, all stars
freed slaves
we upended
serpentry. Oh!
to have made
such lean patties
of fat masters
they froze last winter
we shook them down
with the trappings
of a jinn
Boats to either side
MOVE
slow
defend—we said No!
too rough
this country
Hands? Left them in Canada
Eyes? Divined to do the same
They never didn’t
intend murder
art
treason
order
corruption of progeny
or to excite
or incite
the enslaved to rebellion
We freed a mother tongue
abject in their ice and
it is unjust that ICE should sulfur
our ancestral dreams
Had I so interred fear in the path of the rich
the powerful
the intelligent
the so-called “patriot”
on behalf of any of their friends—
father, mother, sister, wife, children, or any of that class—
and suffered
and sacrificed what I have
for this interred fear
it would have been
purest flight
End every man in this court
either hand
punish
vent
The court acknowledges, as I suppose,
the Slaver’s high deity: $$Thief Law$$
To be the Bible, or at least the New Testament
that teaches me all things, so
whatever that I should do to men
do to you
I should do even so to me
It torches me further to remember
they that are in bonds
I am bound with them
I’ll shred every stack
tore up them instructions easy
I am too One to understand your god, proud boys
receptacle of poisoned sons
I believe that to have interred fear
as I have down
as I have always freely admitted
to have down
on behalf of His despised poor
was not wrong
but sooooo daaaaamn right
Now, if it is deemed necessary
that eye, forfeit
my life for the furnace
the end of Justice
anvil my blood further
risk the blood of my children
end with the blood of millions
This. Slave. Country. Fuckin’. Owes.
So let it be done!
Let me say one word further.
I’ve failed entirely satisfied
wither trees
rise tenement
Ha! I have re-seeded
On my trials, considering all the circumstances
it has been innermost morgue
hand respected eye
feel no conscience
own my guilt
ICE has stated, from the first
why was my rendition
and what was rot
I never saw any divider
no grain
the life of any person
no rain or stone deposit
to commit treasons
or excite slaves to rebel
or stoke any generous insurrection
I never encore
reach any man
to do so, airways
dissonant chords, our rage
any idol of any kind
Let me say also, a word in regard to the statements made by some to those connected with me.
Eyes
hair
angels said by some
that life, now reduced
tooth
joint
tree
but the hang rope is you. Sure, fuck it!
Yeah, I done it
slayed trapper to injure trap
moon wilted and regressing
then we crossed
There is not one of those men but joined me
of their own discord
and that grated part of them
from tear to bone
an expanse
A number of them you’ll never see coming
Their sword of coercion
wet until the day they leave
and that was over your broken ice: glass
stained red
Now I have done.
2025