Singing Nigger by Carl Sandburg
YOUR bony head, Jazbo, O dock walloper,
Those grappling hooks, those wheelbarrow handlers,
The dome and the wings of you, nigger,
The red roof and the door of you,
I know where your songs came from.
I know why God listens to your, â€œWalk All Over Godâ€™s Heaven.â€
I heard you shooting craps, â€œMy babyâ€™s going to have a new dress.â€
I heard you in the cinders, â€œIâ€™m going to live anyhow until I die.â€
I saw five of you with a can of beer on a summer night and I listened to the five of you
harmonizing six ways to sing, â€œWay Down Yonder in the Cornfield.â€
I went away asking where I come from.