
AT LEAST


JOSEPHINE AT THE PANTHEON
she danced funny
went bananas
sang so sweetly
every
trill a thrill
(full
chanson)
danced across
Europe and North Africa
all
around the Gestapo
and so
when they needed someone
to put the PAN
back into pantheon
rub
shoulders with
dirty old Voltaire
this daughter of
Africa
queen of diaspora
maiden
of humanity
was a natural choice
JOSEPHINE
Josephine
I do not ask for your
cheetah
or your
anaconda
just let me
unpeel one two
three all
these dancing bananas
all eyes on you
as you mesmerize
me watching an actress
enact
your story
the patrons, and yes
even the Gestapo
in the world
of the solidly real
but, alas!, not one
from that dream-factory
fairy-tale land
you managed
to scramble away from
the sky
is the limit
but you are what you are
if you be
black or
brown (forever down)
Oh to be part of
if not your rainbow tribe
at least
your menagerie
or have some role
some task
that might
continue your legacy
touchstone for the power
of our human drive
to surpass ourselves
irrefutable argument
that we are indeed all one