Here's my poem, City Sanctus. I wrote it a few years ago for a "poetry slam" in Birmingham, and read it last night at Birmingham Museum of Art's celebration of civil rights on the occasion of Gandhi's birthday. The picture is the statue of Brother Bryan.
Sweet swinging, celestial, high-reverberating slam-dunk sounds,
new fashioned beginnings
over old fashioned endings!
Certain things are happening.
My voice carries over the city.
At last, our voices carry!
Wheels have turned. Oh, wheel!
Face to face with turning wheels, our voices carry;
anthems changing words as we speak.
No longer bound, we speak changing anthems.
At last, our voices carry, day to night, and night to day.
Children all in white
Will another night come?
Children all in black
Will another morning come?
Children all in white, I am here.
Children all in black, I am here.
Lo, I am with you always.
My voice carries over this day and this night.
My voice carries over this city and this sound.
Slam! We know that sound.
Vulcan wields swinging steel
our voices ring!
© Ramey Channell