now all these oceans and seas be rising up

old winds be flying back over the passage

hauling that dust of the restless spirits

may we ancestors’ circle be unbroken

with what was passed down to you born in you

we worked the mojo the spirit for you

so listen good now while you keep inside

it’s time to rid yourself of that hiding mask

whispering wind of fear in the back yard

a sea drifting haint looking for trash to eat

May we ancestors’ circle be unbroken

If that something unseen whispers your name

don’t breathe a word don’t you open your mouth

a past was born in you passed down to you

we worked the mojo the spirit for you

may you survive these storm’s new elements

may we ancestors’ circle be unbroken

from these viruses and flesh-eating bacteria

and all these seasons and their growing rage

Earth Mother

have mercy on our poor souls

Here comes them rains