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I will pronounce your name, Maria
I will pronounce you
Upon the hills of Lebanon
down the straits of Gibratah
Upon the hills of Kigali
Down the Sub-saharan arids
Even in the face of Agatu’s sword
I will stand and stride an horse
And declare your name, Maria.
You are fair
Fairer than angels
Lucifer is jealous
That the beautiful ones
Are finally born.
Your smile
Is a toxin
Sending cold warmth
Down the spine of the gods
Whose heart skip
The skippings of deers
On the hills of Rwanda.
Listen to the voice in this voicelessness
And the mime of words unspoken
And the echoes of unsaid words
Which are all encoded
In this unwritten scroll
As I pronounce your name, Maria.
I will pronounce you.
