What I meant
For are there patterns
Man makes for himself
That woman reacts
To bring in
The spring
In our steps
The taps on our ceilings
The masks of our ancestors
And the gongs
In our halls?
When midnight
Chimes like a ghostface
Sings to the mirror,
Watching mud
That won't reflect
What's done
Left done
And all return.
We come forward
To share the song
of Freedom
If only
We Pay
Attention.
