STILL BEING EATEN

And the vultures saluted me

As I enter again into this

Ancestral Oguaaman.

The vultures say the old stone-house

Of ancestral anguish, ran out of

Blood

In songs, I tried to escape this truth

Louder than gunshots yet silence as sea-breeze

In songs I tried to articulate the abstraction

Of this 21^st century truth

In songs I tried to laugh at the despair

Of this white birds in need

The vultures say the old stone-house

Of ancestral anguish, ran out of

Blood

In the loudness of mu silence

I wondered if this is the fire

Burning the heart of our siblings

From another climate-mother

To command the recent flow of our

Blood

From our earth across the horizon where

Earth kissed the Clouds!

11/02/2012 Takoradi