Heart Trick

Beneath the smoke Rises the fire,the spark That makes the eye twinkle The spark... A little yellow flame shining in the dark Illuminating a big light On these black pota. An aroma of sweet smelling incense Rising to the clouds, And from a far I can swear I see all your faces smiling. These black pots! I told you I'll find them, din't I? See now we cook from our huts again Smell that mama... I can't begin to explain how surreal this is! Remember the days We would all sit by a fire like this And papa would play his flute. What was that tune again? Do you remember the laughter ringing into the dark of nights like this? And we would cook in these black pots merrily! Meats of all kind! Mama! Do you remember how we would eat it all... The meat,and fall sick? Oh,how I miss those days,mama! But the poison... It was never the meat,ma! The pots! It was the bloody pots! I saw them! They grew teeth and bit the meat? I thought they were friends!? But you know,mama? That's exactly what happened in the neighbour's kitchen!? It's like maddness!. Black pots turning against the meat! Now the meat wount stop crying. All the slaughter house are flooding with blood! Blood,ma!!! Why would the pots do that? I thought the head was no good without the neck, The heart nothing without the valves! Isn't it maddness,ma! But at least I found them! They were sad and ran away, They said sorry though! Please come back!. And the meat came back too! The old days are back,ma! 2016