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A bronzed, lank man! His suit of ancient black,
A famous high top-hat and plain worn shawl
Make him the quaint great figure that men love,
The prairie-lawyer, master of us all.
The Congo, and Other Poems (1914)
Then I saw the Congo, creeping through the black,
Cutting through the forest with a golden track.
The Congo, and Other Poems (1914)
And who will bring white peace
That he may sleep upon his hill again?
The Congo, and Other Poems (1914)
Mumbo-Jumbo is dead in the jungle.
The Congo, and Other Poems (1914)
It is portentous, and a thing of state
That here at midnight, in our little town
A mourning figure walks, and will not rest,
Near the old court-house pacing up and down.
The Congo, and Other Poems (1914)
Be careful what you do,
Or Mumbo-Jumbo, God of the Congo,
And all of the other
Gods of the Congo,
Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you.
The Congo, and Other Poems (1914)
"Factory Windows Are Always Broken", st. 1
The Congo, and Other Poems (1914)
Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,
Barrel-house kings; with feet unstable,
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table,
Pounded on the table,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom.
The Congo, and Other Poems (1914)