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Last one in should bring the light.

Night's late Night's dark Even the dogs Done stopped their bark Most everyone sane Done gone to bed Nothing much stirring But the dead Last one in Should bring the light No need it to burn All the night Light turned low Just a faint glow So you can see Around the floor Light turned low

Wicker damp Last one in Should bring the lamp Cast a shadow On the wall Carry the lamp Down the hall Quietly go to the room Move over the bodies That's playing dumb Catch the end Of your blanket right Then quickly Set down the light A crack and a cracking In the bed Pull the covers Over you head Things of the Spirit Things undead Let this light Ward off the dread
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Title Annotation:Section 3: Sayings, Sermons, Tall Tales, and Lies - Contemporary Black Poetry; poem
Author:Jahannes, Ja A.
Publication:African American Review
Date:Mar 22, 1993
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