In The Arabah Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

From her flow of blood,
Her monthly period;
Check the spot,
A female child;
But, don't shave your heads for the dead!
For, i am here with my muse.
Remember! Never forget;
With the edge of the sword,
For, i am here with my love.
Fins and scales,
Examine them;
And like a special treasure for all the girls!
But, i am here with my muse.
Of all that have both fins and scales,
Don't eat abominable things! !
And like a special treasure for all the women.
Men for war,
Women sfor slave,
Children for death!
And like a special treasure for all the men;
But i am here with my love.
A pleasing aroma,
In the Arabah;
But the meat is on the wood with fire around it!
And like the two kidneys,
But, seasoned with salt.
Springs of water,
The fat of the bull! !
Listen to the sound of the singers;
For, the horses hooves pounded.
Of your own flesh and blood,
But to rob all who passed by;
And like a special treasure for all the ladies! !
But, i am here with my muse.
The way of the earthly things,
The way of the heavenly things,
I am now very old and advanced in age;
But i am here with my love.
The accent,
The coercive power!
And like the allotment of a tribe;
But, in the Arabah with the muse of my love.