I’m searching for two giants
Who have taken over Harlem
Like invasive species upon the racial state
I’m searching for two giants
One wearing the smile of the black thief
The other with the sad eyes of the all-knowing hound
I’m searching for two giants
With nothing to go on but their scraps of pure tone
Muddled shards thrown against the quick-crimping street
I’m searching for two giants
Disguised as street performers
Trained in the auto-didactic discipline of play
I’m searching for two giants
Having already amassed a mountain top
For their followers to climb
I’m searching for two giants
Dissolving in the midnight air
Alive again at every gesture of my mouth towards horn