(for Yusef Waliyaya)
Your body is a broken piece
of mahogany god laughs through,
you the beat within the drum itself.
Mischievous, elfin, cut your tongue with
palm wine, marks from another life.
You a bad Osabisaba!
Playing drums with hands and feet,
your whole body a rhythm section.
You and Khaliq twenty years ahead of time
playing four funky flutes through your noses.
Original African prana yoga.
African woodwinds caressing the air.