Ode To a Don
Don Drummond, my friend
Let your trombone leak again
Honey from the honey throne
Syrup sugaring my tongue
Sorrow from the volatile bone
Vibrating canals
Through which a man and his rain
Walks alone
Splashing mud against the eyes
To hide
Children in their tattered war
From the history battered pain
In self.
You were the most brilliant knight of them all
On your golden steed
Charging from dancehall to dancehall
Killing the giants that flock our blues
And in a moment like that your lover died.
And when the music exploded
We young revolutionary dreamers dance
Not knowing the telling was not enough
To change our colonized circumstance
Not knowing the music
Was not a weapon for you
It was something to make you deaf
To the screams
Of humanity suffering oprression
And when they took away your trombone
The cacophony of our sadness
The silence from the honey throne
Killed you
A cornered child in a desolate place.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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