“. . . the divine fact of okra . . .”
Who is this man, “The Okra King,”
High-blazoning his title, his royalty
On van-flank, on truck’s side for markets far,
On lug and crate and railroad car?
To this self-appointed Aga of Okra
Who would crown himself and assume reign,
Be potentate, seize omnipotence over
The lowly pod of the cotton cousin in sale,
Sovereign of gumbo, of vegetable caviar,
I bend the knee. All hail!