All the Clan Claps and Sings

may flowers are still beautiful taking their resolute resolve to shoot out to sprout with ever-new life they come home in beautiful colours like weaver-birds on the ancient trees all the clan claps & sings new songs - the elders entoning with tongues of new speeches new speeches of old wisdom - oh, come, behold their signets her may flowers seeking within these chambers the merry maidens of my niger & her long-acclaimed drummers whose red-caps were capped upon old eagle-feathers that made her clansmen celebrate her appearance like mbari dancers, our amazons of years gone with the ancients or the swahili dancers from the east & the matebele warriors from the south - for: all the clan did clap & sing new songs of years a-gone with the ancients.