Mau-mau showed
Her children a moon,
His light
Bathed their minds,
Their souls
Knew possession
no one can see/ how I should be/
the bonehouse is where I want to flee/ where no one
can whip me/ No One with your omniscient eyes/
leave my body/ allow transcendentality
Pipes we smoke and plant 'round pits
Fly into Heaven--a breath from God
Graves scattered with shells, glass, flashes
For quick travel to safety, the sacred
Holy wind of Whitsuntide