cowries
clatter and clash
on the grim neck
of figurines
as the skies go grey
amidst gathering clouds
and the river flows
backwards
back to the primaeval
point of origin
and the beads hastily
walk out
walk out
of the diviner’s calabash
and the red
in a rainbow grows
grows outrageously
crimson
and the loud
thunder-clap cracks
cracks the earthen-pot
of existence
and…..
Written by: Dennis Felix