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| This work pictured here is part of Ghanaian artist Kwame Akoto-Bamfo’s Nkyinkyim installation. |
Beneath the Baobab tree,
There is too much pain
To calculate
To ingest
Almost to speak of
Too much horror
To comprehend
And yet,
I listen
To their salted tears
That drift upon the winds
Across the sands
In this land
That speak
from beneath
red clay dirt
The color
Invisible tears
In this dry season
That call
And speak
That beckon
with lessons
Of the past
To teach
These skulls
In rock-hard clay
Formations
Of my enslaved ancestry
Living
Beneath
the Baobab tree
A picture of
The way it was
Of the way
We were
And my soul cries
My eyes bone-dry
Too overcome
To weep
-John W. Fountain
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| John W. Fountain standing on the grounds of Ghanaian artist Kwame Akoto-Bamfo’s Nkyinkyim installation |
