Calling America Poem by RazonAnny Justin

A call was made
From Equatorial Mangroves through miles of fibre
At one end, d'Tropical Sun setting
Within, d'Turmoil in his Soul settling
Home-birds perching on every carica
Her elements unimaginable
Through the trans-Atlantic cable
His Heartsong humming palpitations in treble.

A call was recieved
Statics crackling on d'Intelsat
Her Americana drolled beneath the beep
Hypnotic, lulling his senses to sleep
Delphic, ebonic; felicities laden
Sublime yet thickly flowing
With every tone she was grilled
He could feel d'Felt of her Quill
And the suture of her verses written
Line by line, with d'Blood of Reason

She thought; His, was the most inspiring
Adulations, deeply invigorating
Evoking, inexpressible words out-tumbling
A Lullaby singing; d'Lyre in her arms stringing
And in that moment, Luv was borne
Her Poetry formed; His Barriers burned
Deeply yearning to come Home
To Africa with d'fruit of her Loom
To d'Brood where all quiping Crows lay
In Repose for d'Exodus that took her there.

@2011, Razon-Anny Justin's 'The Metamorphosis and Other Poems'