Vernita Hall
I Knew a Man
for Gregory
I knew a man
who could charm the coin from Charon’s hand
or Midas’, too, squeeze lemonade from sand,
hula rings like Saturn, drum thunder like Jupiter
whenever he laughed, and he laughed some.
I knew a man
who could dance on the head of a pin
or the top of a bar. Around the pole he’d spin
like a compass needle. His word—true north.
He never called the shots—they begged to come.
This man, my friend,
could thread a needle with a baseball bat,
eclipse the sun, or wheedle cream from an alley cat.
Always top dog, the black elephant in the room,
he never took a back seat lest he throned it, Paul Bunyan-esque.
The man I knew
could spin a yarn like Rumpelstiltskin
or negotiate extra wishes from a jinn.
His laser eyes could weep a secret out from a stone.
He walked with Jesus upon the waters, two abreast.
Did you know my friend?
He was the father of invention—and a muthuh, too.
Switched the Grim Reaper gay, broke the back of convention.
He rose well-heeled, sprinkled motherwit like seed,
his tongue, oil-slick. He could listen through the tips of his toes.
When Gabriel sounds
that trumpet for the day of rest
New Orleans-style, he’ll strut at the head of the blessed,
arm-in-arm with Peter and Michael, too.
He’ll be leading the band, prompting them their cue,
this man I knew.
Vernita Hall‘s poems and essays appear or are forthcoming in Atlanta Review, Philadelphia Stories, Referential, Mezzo Cammin, Whirlwind, Canary, African American Review, Snapdragon, and several anthologies, including Forgotten Women (Grayson Books, 2017). Her poetry collection The Hitchhiking Robot Learns About Philadelphians won the 2016 Moonstone Chapbook Contest, judged by Afaa Michael Weaver. She holds an MFA in creative writing from Rosemont College and serves on the poetry review board of Philadelphia Stories.
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We post many elegies for loved one who died of AIDS. Write a poem about someone who did NOT die of AIDS—someone who is living with HIV: maybe someone you love. Poet David Groff wrote an entire collection of poems, Clay (Trio House Press, 2013), about his husband who is living with HIV. You can read a generous excerpt from Clay here.