On this earth-stone they used to sit,
My ancestors, who possessed the laws of man,
Knew every secret of the earth,
Held fast to them,
And did their things little by little
Until death came to them little by little.
My father's house,
an adobe,
mud-and-wattle plus cowrie shell
synthetic mould,
cuddling our miserable, naked feet
and reminding us of the
ascetic nature of our sires...
Incommoding...
Incorporeal upliftments salute us
......
My father's house,
an adobe,
mud-and-wattle plus cowrie shell
synthetic mould,
cuddling our miserable, naked feet
and reminding us of the
ascetic nature of our sires...
Incommoding...
Incorporeal upliftments salute us
......
On this earth-stone they used to sit,
My ancestors, who possessed the laws of man,
Knew every secret of the earth,
Held fast to them,
And did their things little by little
Until death came to them little by little.