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As if asking it to deliver with him
Tenor, Alto, Soprano, the vessel
For “African Eyes”, “Summertime”,
“Yellow Moon”, … was his dance-partner.
He swayed and rocked,
He wound into the song, found expansion in its changes,
Held his partner tighter,
Good solider, good angel, and aureole.
In New Orleans. “Bebop’s” speeding intersections
That bound toward Angola, other islands, for the spine to shine.
He too was Indian
He met the boys on dey Battlefront, Big Chiefs, Big Queens,
Wild Tchoupitoulas resplendant,
And nothing was more glorious than the Brothers joined
After father, mother, and Jolly were gone.
Are in New Orleans’ and the world’s
Streets and hearts and halls of fame,
Long as beats reach bodies,
Voices blend, soar, and ring,
And drives for justice
Among the Brothers, his brothers,
Digging the communion and energy
Unlike any they’ve known.
Gaynielle, Charmaine, Ivan, Ian, Lyrica, Omari, …
Like Tim, like Idris, like John and like George–
See him weave with that wand in hand.
Shakespeare knew him. Botticelli knew him.
Erzulie thanks him
The nimbus Charles, the dancing Charles,
Good angel, soldier, husband, father, and aureole,
Eyes absorbing reflected light,
Cup a fountain, fire here, fire there,
So many solos, so many duets,
Charles of the Nevilles, for unison!