4.
Your voice came once before storming gentle wrath
down upon apocalyptic swamps of ball-and-chain ignorance.
Are we learning better this time? Will it be enough?
You are not coming back again. Your books have told me so.
Laughter and lovers and trembling sacred hands have long
been waiting — like Rumi’s whirling genius — for your wings’ luminous rhythm.
A daughter of the first moonrise and mother of dawns
yet to come. Your leaves of gnosis still the breath of dragons...
and their fragrance...heals...the scars of generations cursed.
Aberjhani
17 April, 2019
Harlem Renaissance Centennial
african Voices
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