My young sister last egg of all thought
She safely black enough to mimic ethnic
Affliction, cried Lawd have mercy
Spare mah soul, hallelujahed allover
The house (a musical family) paining
Me, a prickish twelve, no jew nor black
Neither but whiter than Persil.
And the Lord let her caper, smiled on
Childhood dreamtime, me forgave not, bent
Himself double to push pride, ambition,
Rugos' inflavit pellem,1 flushed my greedy
Pellets down the wind till fit to puzzle
Pieces back, praised Him, woke
Monochromatic, pointed as Kafka.
“it (the frog) inflated its wrinkled skin” — from Aesop's fable, “The Frog and the Ox”