Sotto Voce

I am the voice in the early twilight calling.I am the voice that cried in the dusk. Am the limbs shaking and the lungs convulsing. I own the tongue that cracked,the lips that parched and the running nose behind the dank blanket......................................................... I am the voice among equals whinning among few unequals. My spine bears the many whose rags twist my neck and I bend her back and our fate coil side by side in one. In one our spalour binds us;mine a dirty stool a swollen limb and they said PEM too.She has the heart beat bleeding hot blood,the callused soles cracking and they sterile nodule pleading in vain servility behind the black blanket......................................................... I am the voice now mewling in the crust of the night and scorching by the day. I lay panthing and waisting from a redeemable curse. Am the limbs cippled and the lungs sneefing. Am not the fist clenching the playcard...eyeing the lence,but behind the mesh wriggling and certainly deing. Am not Abiku's emissary,but I die with the corn starch dripping from my lips and I pass the stool to anothe whose fate as mine lay in percent,whose memoria is their number and not their name. Now they chant the elegy over tomorrows cremains and my voice falls into a diminuendo and shall never rise again,but my bones continues to whisper behind the earth in sotto voce.