Weep Not, Niger

from this forest where wild life once blossom’d & from streams where young sweety fishes up-turn’d a thousand fragrance in some belly-wise shows gasping bubbling drumming to many lips to a ceremony of delicacies – & then mother i was a scukling babling crawling swept by the clan’s lovely drum & then mother i was a todler graduating from your ready back-straps jumping dancing suffocating in the dramatic ecstacies of the native drum - oh, i greet, mother & your folks swept by these new drums of the bombs singing of the poverty in the land - oh, weep not, niger!