vi. Ghosts
a thousand ghosts haunt our soul in birth waters
this life would drown in blood
hammer falls on anvil of
this head, calabash cracks
scattering braindrops on pathways
offering a broken tale to passers-by
watch revolutions of worlds
load guts of goats with power of
bulls, the fools we were
we would seek refuge on wings of their visions
deserting the dream we placed among the thorns
they stole our sleep in a daylight siege
and in our brief madness we
exchanged lullabies for anguished cries
we were all away on the farm
when prowlers of night
snaked into our pillows
oh they would ambush our sleep
and strangle our dream
the vampires! I saw them
they know I saw them when
father sent me home to fetch a little salt
My voice my voice they seek after my voice!
Do not put me to sleep my people.
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