Brain Child

Making men out of mud,
Conspiracies of black depth and culture,
Crafted from worn roads and Egyptian beaches,
Devising their tedious existence,
While the savanna rain teaches.

Jaunt and jive to a remaining beat,
Off-centered and rhythmic with arrays of color.
Ebony curves and bronze intellect reforming,
With a new diversity conforming,
In vehement harmony.

Drums and horns and art,
With white eyes and fortified hearts.
A harvest of tangents and bellowing sermons,
Out a shaman with real medicine,
Wondering if he should murder the spirit,
Or let it in.