Stumble bitter cold thru darkness
into air thick & warm as cornmeal porridge
Bass line rising
thru blood
binding bone
& sinew
my glasses steam into an opaque mist
blind either way so I take ‘em off
yu haffe
feel yu way
tru dis terrain
dark excitement softly lit by splifflick flares
we chant
‘Non a Jah Jah children a cry’
man an man
hold dem corner
when Klu Klux Klan rode thru the midlands
warm bodies
ebb & flow
lava over bedrock leaving tidemarks
hands reach out
hold on to
waistlines like a drowning man clinging to a life buoy
sister beg yu a dance
so we do
sliding off rhythm’s
not even standing now I’m gliding over stone
hiplinked
synchronisation
for the new generation
feet rooted waist locked
we gravitate toward the spark dive deep into the groove
lose ourselves in the dark
belly to belly
slide in and out
of each other
cos when dis sound plays bodies lose boundaries
dark dancing
in the substratum
of this hemisphere
we loose time itself minutes unravelling until
seconds lapse into infinity
we are the Cimmerians
& we’re rising
over rock & gully
first generation blues
teachers delegating ‘funny’ accents to special schools
when Lee spits
lightening fire
& brimstone
locks flash & flare emanating like solar storms
as we answer
the call
weave a new flow
head wrapped Queens so very far from home
we established
our root
listen Marcus
found our rythmn we’re on the ascension
Yvonne Mc Calla 2009

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