Friday, August 10, 2007

Mother Sango

Mother Sango

To thee I come,
Mother Sango


By the twang of metal
by the putrefaction
of a dying city
by the vain splash
of a receding sunset
To thee I come,
Mother Sango.

Let me drink
of your deepest springs
Oozing from the radiant moon
of early eve …

Let me bare my broken baby bones
To the morning winds cool and fresh
Let me dance with the silvery fish
in the gentle rhythm of mid day sea.

To thee I come, Mother Sango
to my people
Tall as truth
and hearty.


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