NYU Black Renaissance Noire Spring 2015 - Page 159

From that day, he told his great grand-child, he could see things, cross over and come back, and that’s how he earned a shilling – selling conference with the dead finding well water, sussing what to seed in what season, when drought would come. 157 BLACK RENAISSANCE NOIRE For those he loved he drew tonics, brewed infusions stood as surety for loans, sat on his porch in Gibraltar gave advice in his hat and jacket healed with tea and words patient with the lines, posture empathetic then took to bed with john crow batty, crude white rum, sometimes two bottles, and think and think and think about the killings, drift to the slaughter and the what came next, the digging, the heaving, th