Bring Songs To Me
Sifting still through the past, at last
The crows have crowed on its wreckage.
Bring songs to me, birds of the African ties from tides
That sprouted and stunted undammed.
Sweet filial songs that brace my feet and feed
My eyes with maps of my existence…….
Breathe us life, none from its wreckage,
Give us anguish, a little for courage,