Drumming To Lost Tunes Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Walking on this finalv jog,
Is like trotting on hot coals.
We turn away from unspoken goals
And go to the future empty handed,
Singing arias of songs from afar,
Like lost guitars that have not been tuned,
We drum the song of the lost and
Dance on fractured legs a dance never seen.

We sing out loud in unison
Each voice releasing loudest songs,
Making the world stopper its ears
With alarm at what this is that fills the air
With strangest symphonies straight from hell.
For we have outsung even the devil and his angels.

The drumming becomes louder filling the earth,

With these vibrations that shake buildings,
Built to honor our father's voices,
And leave untouched the very pages,
On which they wrote true songs about us.

The devil laughs at this cowardly display,
Andcshakes his head in wonderment and makes
A sign that captures the moment as he yells,
'Make my day' you strange doers of nothing,
Who fail witout trying for fear of reprisals