Rungate Rungate

Runs falls rises stumbles on from darkness into darkness
and the darkness thicketed with shapes of terror
and the hunters pursuing and the hounds pursuing
and the night cold and the night long and the river
to cross and the jack-muh-lanterns beckoning beckoning
and blackness ahead and when shall I reach that somewhere
morning and keep on going and never turn back and keep on going


        Runagate
               Runagate
                        Runagate


Many thousands rise and go
many thousands crossing over
                                O mythic North
                         O star-shaped yonder Bible city

Some go weeping and some rejoicing
some in coffins and some in carriages
some in silks and some in shackles

          Rise and go or fare you well

No more auction block for me
no more driver's lash for me


   If you see my Pompey, 30 yrs of age,
   new breeches, plain stockings, negro shoes;
   if you see my Anna, likely young mulatto
   branded E on the right cheek, R on the left,
   catch them if you can and notify subscriber.
   Catch them if you can, but it won't be easy.
   They'll dart underground when you try to catch them,
   plunge into quicksand, whirlpools, mazes,
   torn into scorpions when you try to catch them.


And before I'll be a slave
I'll be buried in my grave

    North star and bonanza gold
    I'm bound for the freedom, freedom-bound
    and oh Susyanna don't you cry for me


                  Runagate

                         Runagate

II.


Rises from their anguish and their power,

                         Harriet Tubman,

                         woman of earth, whipscarred,
                         a summoning, a shining


                         Mean to be free

     And this was the way of it, brethren brethren,
     way we journeyed from Can't to Can.
     Moon so bright and no place to hide,
     the cry up and the patterollers riding,
     hound dogs belling in bladed air.
     And fear starts a-murbling, Never make it,
     we'll never make it. Hush that now,
     and she's turned upon us, levelled pistol
     glinting in the moonlight:
     Dead folks can't jaybird-talk, she says;
     you keep on going now or die, she says.


Wanted   Harriet Tubman   alias The General
alias Moses   Stealer of Slaves


In league with Garrison   Alcott   Emerson
Garrett   Douglass   Thoreau   John Brown
Armed and known to be Dangerous

Wanted   Reward   Dead or Alive


     Tell me, Ezekiel, oh tell me do you see
     nailed Jehovah coming to deliver me?

Hoot-owl calling in the ghosted air,
five times calling to the hants in the air.
Shadow of a face in the scary leaves,
shadow of a voice in the talking leaves:


    Come ride-a my train

    Oh that train, ghost-story train    
    through swamp and savanna movering movering,
    over trestles of dew, through caves of the wish,    
    Midnight Special on a sabre track movering movering,
    first stop Mercy and the last Hallelujah.


    Come ride-a my train

        Mean mean mean to be free.