“Africa Out of the Blue” by Gurkski

dithyrambs & ditties

We were dark skinned.

We knew yams and hunting

the Savannah and fear of lions-

and in the dark, demons.

We loved the nurturing green fields

and protruding body parts,

Let me mention only eyes and needy lips.

That is how we began with a song like

a sad howl and weapons from wood.

Sunk in deep meditation I revive our

archetypes.  They dance and sing the joy

of being and I catch a hazy glimpse of

Mitochondria Eve her brown eyes dancing.

Out of Africa  we moved under the

brilliant immensity of solemnly mute

and eternally cryptic skies.

We raised our head for single singeing kiss

and in  just a geological second  we are gone.

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