They were both seventh in line.
Immediate family rules stated
That the last child gets the
Least amount of attention.
Together, that was their luck.
A talent to develop, a practice
To an applied trade as taught by
A tenant living in a ramshackle,
Pastoral setting; the sharecropper,
At night, takes a break from the
Bitterness to chase the evil away,
To find his inner calm; he takes
Time from the toil to preserve
His heart and soul--nurture the
Rhythm and blues extrapolated
From working the earth; this
Legacy he decided to share with
His kin crop: harmony through
Key cords, phrasing twists,
Kin Crop, big enough to stand
On his own, yet needed help to
Hold the banjo, became, some
Years back, an apprentice when
His mother spoke the truth--that
He was too old to be tugging on
Her apron--she, busy cooking
Over an open flame: an iron pot
Filled with water, chitterlings, red
Beans, and leafy greens; fatback
Bread in the dutch oven.
"Shoo fly before I make you a pie!"
Kin, a tantrum stomping out the door,
Went over to the damp, musty shack.
"Best better stay out the kitchen before
She lights a fire under your bun,"
Welcomed the old man, he himself
Chided for not being a baby any more,
At his age (fixing for trouble); they
Waited to be called back--dinner,
A solid meal.
The agrarian septuagenarian, in the
Meanwhile, planted a cultivated seed
In young Kin's mind--folk curiosities;
He showed the child how to moderate
Tempo, manage his temper with beats in
Playing a not so fancy tune, Kin latched
On and discovered an insatiable hunger;
The pick and strum was now his succor.
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A fine art, visual language--in the present,
Anachronistic representation portrays oral
History; the metaphorical undercurrent is
A fiction without footnotes--a literacy
Literal and literary.