the cloud of haze that
perfumed the heavy night
air pulls at the last traces of
consciousness,
As I step onto soil
that broke my grandfathers’ backs
and bore their seed,
Waiting for the chance to
wash my covenant
in the waters that
gave courage to their flesh
and nutriment
to their root,
As I sip on the harp sound
that gave wings to their visions
and flight to their prayers,
I kneel and
return her love.
My two cents
Jah Courtney
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