Carved facade
Etched in granite stone
Above such wonder
Birds have flown
Using as a beacon
The sculptor's curves and breaks
Comforted by the warmth
The stone radiates
They have never sought
Writing of love, war, racism, sexism
The by products a manic society
Hath wrought
Yet strength prevails above
Their modesty
For collectively
They are whom men with pen
Aspire to beHe who Watches
Above the valley green
Producer of proclaimations
And prophectic reams
Words that stir the blood
And eases one's sorrow
His scroll buried at Nag Hammadi
To be unearthed tomorrowTo Bee
Or not 2Bee
That is not the question
But a declaration
A promise
A destiny
"Ne Cede Mails"-Do not give way to evil
The Bronx County Motto
As pilgrims trek to place flowers
Upon this Master Scribe's GrottoAnd who with ears
Cannot be pulled by persuasion
When Carlos the Wise
Begins and ends thoughtful dissertation
Such versatility is his pen
His words are translated into
Spanish, French, German, and MandarinI.C. a rainbow
Above the a hopeful scene
As a Million Men March
Wrapped in the colors red, black and green
So courageoues in his firey diatribes
The C.N.N. of the Artist Lounge
The Proud Black ScribeAs the Northern Lights appear
The Magi nears
Bringing scripts
Of gold
Myrrh
And frankincense
His range diverse
From humorous
To intenseAnd as the sculptor
Nears completion
He chisles an inscription
Perfectly placed to catch
Light of both sun and moon
Easily read from the far reaches
Of Neptune"And here we commemorate the men among men,
Whom with pen have forged a new direction,
Yet they would not be known
If not for the Ladies of the Lounge protection,
Thus, there is no need for a monument to them
For the Ladies are the Blood of the Poetic Vein
And the ink of the pen"


