i am ebinezer el-shabazz,
staff in hand, watch me plow field and wife.
stand behind me,
father leading progeny through earth bounty born of my hand.
you must stay behind.
i will protect you from the sun.
enclose you within gossamer wings,
you will ask why light rips through, still.
i say it is because you are not in your place of yes.
“but father’s arms are always a place of yes.”
i will devour you before your mind ripens,
for i do not want you to see mine gone so foul.