The six o’clock train, emissary of Ogun
whistles through West Dixie, the meandering
line that divides Miami, while my daughter
cruises through amber haze and I lisp
my entreaty to the orishas to keep her safe
from flying metal: SUVs that do not heed
Xango’s wrath nor Erzulie’s love, but hurl
through Eleggua’s X, ignorant of his plea
not for blood, but for the respect as the first
to speak in front of the infinite silence
of Olódùmarè who lives in the space
between box cars and kyries of eagles.
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2 comments:
Meant to tell you that I dig the Adinkra symbols and what they add to your blog. I know the three on top...are the two on the side Adinkra symbols as well, or just decorations?
Give thanks, Summer. The two veves on the side are for Papa Legba.
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