Biographical Profile of Pvt. John Wesley Burks, 125th U.S. Colored Infantry
John Wesley Burks, was mustered into Co. B, 125th Regiment, U.S. Colored Infantry in Louisville, KY on February 28, 1865, as an 18 year old farmer from Louisville for a period of three years. He was promoted to corporal on February 12, 1866 and was present at every roll call until he was sent on escort duty to Fort Craig, New Mexico from October 26, 1866 to March of 1867. He was later also assigned scout duties on July 17, 1867. Fort Craig was home to Buffalo Soldiers of the 9th Cavalry and 38th and 125th Infantry. After the Civil War ended, troops stationed at the Fort were used in conflicts with Indians deemed at the time to be hostile.
His military record included an enclosure for a single court martial charge. “Conduct injudicial to good order and Military discipline,” specifically that he “became so drunk as to be unable to attend roll call” on September 1, 1867, while at Fort Craig, New Mexico. This was noted as a violation of the 44th Article of War. He was mustered out of the army at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas on December 20, 1867 at the rank of private, though there was nothing in his record about his demotion. He was due to collect $39.47 cents for a clothing allotment and a $200 bounty.
He returned to Kentucky after the war and was living in Louisville when he applied for his pension on September 4, 1891. He married Charity Purnell in Louisville in 1873. Together they produced seven children, Emma, John, Halla, Louise, Jane, and twins Lizzie and Ella. John W. Burks died on May 31, 1915 in Louisville, KY. He is buried at Cave Hill Cemetery.
Author’s Note
I was so moved by the richness of the research materials and admittedly more than a little stunned at how even the official documents and forms themselves contributed to the dehumanization of enslaved persons, that I crafted a half dozen poems connected to the life of U.S.C.T., John Wesley Burks. The first is a persona poem in response to the official US Federal Census Slave schedule that allowed a space for the name of the owner, but none for the names of the actual enslaved persons. The second poem is taken from the actual language in Matilda Burks’ will and centers on how casually she redistributes the children of her “negro woman Grace” followed by a third poem which is written in the voice of Grace and offers her imagined response. The fourth poem is inspired by John W. Burks’ actual Death Certificate and how little information was available about him at his actual death. The fifth effort is an erasure poem, arrived at through redaction, which is deconstructed from an 1832 advertisement for the Executor’s Sale of John Burks’ property. The result imagines an alternative and more progressive outcome of the sale. The final poem is in the voice of the soldier himself, who had been promoted to corporal a year after enlisting. He served as an escort and scout at Ft. Craig, New Mexico, and in this final persona poem comments on the origin of the term “Buffalo Soldier.” I offer these poems in honor of the researchers, and soldiers who they are helping to breathe life back into by uncovering their important stories.
Frank X Walker
Accounting
To the man keeping the ledger
our age, our sex, and our color
was more important
than our names.
He counted 48 a us
from 6 full moons to 60 winters,
including 4 fugitives
from the state a Virginny.
The good news:
Alla us can hear and see,
and be mostly in our right minds.
The bad news:
Alla us be property
a Matilda Burks.
Accounting
By Frank X Walker
From his book Load in Nine Times
Frazier History Museum
Louisville, Kentucky
October 8, 2024
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After My Decease, a Last Will and Testament
I give and bequeath all my silver ware and plate
of every description, also all my beds, bedsteads,
bed clothes, and the remaining household and kitchen furniture
to be split equally
amongst my daughter and 3 sons.
I give and bequeath to my daughter Nancy
my fortepiano
and also my negro woman Grace
and her youngest daughter Harriet.
I give to my son John
all my pictures
and also my negro boy Alfred,
son of the above mentioned Grace.
I give to my son James
my negro girl Sally
daughter of the above mentioned Grace.
And to Charles, I give my negro boy Wesley.
Should the said Grace or any of her increase
or any of the 48 slaves of mine
which shall become the property
of any of my children
prove troublesome and unmanageable
then it is my wish that such slave or slaves
so offending shall be sold
and the proceeds of such sale or sales
be appropriated to the purchase
of other servant or servants
to supply the place or places of those sold.
In witness where of I have hereunto set my hand
and affixed my seal this seventh day of December
in the year of our Lord 1857.
Signed, sealed and acknowledged
—Matilda Burks
After My Decease, a Last Will and Testament
By Frank X Walker
From his book Load in Nine Times
Frazier History Museum
Louisville, Kentucky
October 8, 2024
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Mother to Mother
I believes you believes
this ink and paper testament
show off your love for your children
and how generous you can be.
And that may be so.
But it easy to be generous
when you gone.
What use a dead body got
with silver and slaves?
While I thank you
for the giving over a my Harriet
with me, I feel no such kindness for
the plowing up of the rest a my children.
And the added threat a being sold away
for daring to say anything
but yes ma’am and yassa boss
have me dreaming a swinging
the back a my hand
and fixing my own seal.
You can bind all my increase,
you can sell South my ungrateful tongue,
but you can’t never give away my dreams.
—Above Mentioned Grace
Buffalo Soldiers
John Wesley Burkes, Company B,
125th Regiment, U.S. Colored Infantry
This Kentucky boy
was on escort duty
in New Mexico
when Congress officially graced
Black troops
out west with the name.
But Black soldiers of the 9th Cavalry
and the 38th and 125th Infantries
had already earned it.
Some say it was simply our wooly hair
reminding Indians of their sacred beasts,
but them that know the truth
believe they saw something similar
in the spirit, character, nobility,
toughness, and power of both.
But maybe, they watched how the white world
looked at us and only saw our skins.