Inside the Elephantine Womb of Memory
There we sat looking back at our beginnings
Nestled cozily inside a pelvic throne
Surveying the landscape of our dreams
Battlefields with nightmares of pandemics
Stretching endlessly before us across clear blue skies
And fresh flowing springs
Sweating on cold winter nights
Fingers tingling as we eat
Thirsty throats and vain attempts
To cough the virus out
We lift our arms
To drum health back into our bodies
Circling in prayer to invoke Ancestral voices
To intercede