Jesus and Jack K.
took Martin by the hand
led him to cool water
on the day of his rebirth in Memphis.
The Baptist was present and they swam
muddied, naked, barefoot
clay clinging to lines
stretched on footpads
between blood red veins
coursing from the Euphrates to the Potomac.
They found Malcolm by the shore.
His sienna skied chin tipped upward.
He held one finger and pointed
onward
towards smoke signals.
The Cherokee were calling
yet another tired warrior home.
Lennon sang
while Lady Di gathered daisies
beneath the Joshua Tree.
© Susan Marie 2009
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