Bubbling with hissing
pops, as flesh waxes
and wanes, it sloughs away.
Discarded now, like the sheathy skin
of a snake, it has no more purpose
except to reveal the subteranean wonder
of the rising insane rapture.
The negro's form is shifting,
mutating and growing. The wings
blessed by God, expand and grow
larger as each moment trickles forth.
Is it Gideon with more pigment
than those past have imagined.
Is it Jesus, no angel in his first appearance,
come back under the darkened skin of the meek.
The creature who once appeared
as a simple man, is now emancipated
through revelation, in the visage of angelic grace,
as divinity strickens forcefully those present.