Holy Ghosts Dance
Holy Ghost Dance
Ivory bones at the bottom of the Atlantic
Ghosts dance to water music nobody composed
Dancing to holy tragedy
Captured
Shackled
Sold
Bought and shipped
Our bodies are home
Connected to stories evergreen
Our bodies are home
Immortals dancing
dancing to faint memories of
Ohm boom bah boom
Lost languages and historic
Legacies detached like appendixes
Libraries of origins burned and left
We began in soil
We began in rivers of spirits
In meditations of movement
We began to heal through dance
Holy ghosts dance
Our bodies trembling
Gyrating
Copulating in prayer
How many ways do Africans pray
We were dreamed in Ghana
Songhai
Timbuktu and Mali
Ripped and torn like weeds
Traumatized
Captured
Shackled
Sold
Bought and shipped
Our bodies real estate
Our dance evergreen
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Thu 8th May 2014 11:44
These are strong lines (powerful motivation). Why have you not sorted them into a form of 'poetry' as separate from 'poetic prose'? I believe they would transmit even more impact if individual thoughts stood out more clearly, including repetition. Definitely thoughts worth sharing as broadly as possible. History should never be 'whitewashed'. (I'm presuming you have a sense of humour; your smile is all-enveloping.)