Salaams

A million salaams

A million million salaams

There are so many things to tell that can’t be told

In these murderous minutes

Only salaams. A million million salaams

The rocky hills of chained plateaus,

The mamba mimicking roads that gyrate

Through the mountains and hills and valleys

All say salaams. A million million salaams

They create monuments in memory of thanksgiving

Which priest goes into his divining room

And forgets his divining beads in his wife’s bedroom

Or his assistant in the herbal forests?

There are sea shore sands to count-

Those that guided our fleeting feet-

That can’t be counted in these

Murderous minutes

Only salaams. A million million salaams

And what force lies in the unspoken words of

silence? What power? It is like

A light tap that uproots baobabs in

The midst of dense tickets

 A million salaams. A million million salaams.

So the mountains say-

To the silences embroidered upon the monuments

Installed with voices of memorial

Silences

There are so so many dreams to dream

That can’t and must not be dreamt in these

Murderous minutes

Thewe hills that so tall upon several silences

Seductively beckons, but must be left

With so many salaams

A million million Salaams!

15/10/2011 (Mampong , School of the Deaf-DemoDeaf & SHTS)