For Christopher Higgins
Man, you grab my mind, took to me the mountainside
Of ageless mystery
Bogeyman and taboo enforcer
Lord, I am no myth breaker,
Brother swing song this child across the page
Of dark nights howling our history
The Rollin' Calf comes for Christmas
And the butchers trembling
Like banana leaves better have salt to throw
Or stones
One for the before
One for the beside
One over the head
But don't let go
I have walked there to
Where the black puss cross your path
And if you know not the Shepherd or his Psalm
Turn back, this red sea won't divide
Pharoah's magicians has centuries on their side
Brother, that was king's palace
The place of the well-to-do
Who park the car far away, on foot coming
Bag of white fowl over shoulder
Little goat in crocus bag
The obeahman, myal man, bush preacher
Healer man, poco woman wants more
Brother, how you invoke
Dark deeds of dark nights
Little boys shaking in fright
Of pure belief
The beggining of awe is worship
The one ship that always sail
Despite prohibition and class barriers
Despite skin color and education
Smile when you pass the cotton tree
Smile and respect the obeahman.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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