Let us go then, you and I
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient sky of placidity
Let us all unite, in mosque and harems
The sibilant retreats
Of restless memories of countless nights
And sawdust restaurants in truant sales motels
With a sample of seashells on the oyster shore
Of rebarbative reason
To lead you to impending death
Oh, do not ask for she is frail
Let us, make our foray

To make a brighter day
The men talk of James Baldwin and Malcolm X