Wailing Whirling Up Poem by David Aoloch Bion

Wailing Whirling Up



My boy milks cow quick
Home is far
Home of alien is far
Home is not fix
Home is moving as horizon
Earth and sky meets

I get farm of window
I invade
Wailing whirling up
Whose cattle cattle camp are these girls
Girls of golden weaver bird cattle camp
Is sorghum is ripen
Sorghum is ripen
This is why I am called Complete Deaf
I can’t accept it by Glory of my father
And by pale bull of my father

Moving blindly, blindly, blindly
This is daughter of night
This is why I am called lame
Who walks one sided and unbalance,
Unbalance around the cattle camps
I will walk behind people
I will walk under feet of people
And get it from hyena, the lame
And who are these people these things
These for my sister
Let fox goes and sings at night
In our high cattle camp
Throw up buffalo, the buffalo’s tails
On horns of bull
Throw buffalo and your mouth full
Like fox of our grandparents
Our tree that ripen in different
We are told on shore
Bushy, uncle, let touch our waists
So we can judge case in court
The son of pale lion
Who will dance on drum beats
I make sound, I make sound
The lies, fox says
People who eat fruits
Fox wears bead of fruits round his waist
Wow, I rear many bulls with many colours
Hyena has foul smelling
Smelling comes of my father
Who let women breaks pots
If it’s not shame of body
I will marry daughter of king

Our section of camp
With birds
I pierce together beads
For pregnant heifer
I pass in coastal meadow
With loudest bell
Sounding bell is killing cattle
With paralysis

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David Aoloch Bion

David Aoloch Bion

Republic of South Sudan
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