Not As If All Is Well
The priceless honey pot has dropped from high
Fallen heavily on granite like egg
The pot is broken the honey is spilt-
How can I then live as if all is well ?
From my tear now I seek and eat my salt
The dreadlock on my head is not rasta's
But wool moulded by the grave dust and dew-
No ,I do not live as if all is well .
In my black rag I sit upon the slab
Cupping my hand on dimming candle light
Gazing like astronomer to see you
How sad ! I don't live as if all is well .
Locust has lost its wings the game is up
Its skeleton crawling the field of fowls
No ,your bereaved brother is not afar -
Think you not he lives as if all is well
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