Moleke-mix; your choice for me
in ‘God’s playground’ will play on—
for you, me and all touched by your risen sun
You saw it all under the Sun, D…
things that totaled to mark your Day
Plus twenty-five cigarette sticks a day before the final dawn
You held on—true son of the pillaged-Land
molding hope when pain paved its way to rule
Voice of song-makers
songs singing themselves
As those of Dogon gods
Of a Land you held sacred—
Packed with spells and petals
For longing spirits searching
to lit the inner sun
Son, Sun of the treasured Land preserved in a briefcase,
Faithful, following across fairylands,
Playing, staying— until you reached your journey’s end
First son of Feist and the Great Continent
Crowned feisty by Montreal’s sun
In your name eras rebound on the World’s walls
Signaling the crest of a great song singing itself
Lilies and lyrics— fed by your drive across races
Linking life and the Great Beyond to mark a new-brand Dawn…
For those you left behind.
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