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.