The Birds Sing For Her

(for: ngozi) the latest of black beauties under the clouding sky under this clouding sky of africa our only voice of hope she comes singing her songs on her butterfly-coloured lips antennae of laughters play the true rhythm of old nature & she comes in raw smoothness a happy solitary lass like a herald to our native beauty her country-side dancing steps inviting the admiration of all every man stakes his life for her golden image. yea! an ancient dancer a dark face beaming with brightness shining like this happy sun & whole communities salute her for an endless rhythm she rings & her fleet of diamond teeth they come singing of her a spark of light in a dark region.