MOTHERS IN ORO BY AREMU ADAMS

the feet of mothers in oro
are metallic, their bodies
disjoint from the wind, 
whilst their legs dazzle 
the craggy red soil to dust 
beneath their ancestors 
their sweats dissolve into 
the hard earth composite 
firecoal eyes, firecoal blood, 
firecoal hips— electifying 
penance ordered on the desolate 
sand of time, clutching their two 
breasts, touched by the spirits 
of drum & dance & fertility 
peace & longing they seek 
is in the heart of their ancestors, 
far beyond their reach. so they 
rise above the gale, pick a new 
dance, say goodnight to distance 
goodnight to sunsets. goodnight 
to children haunting their wombs.