Breaths

Ysaye Barnwell

 

Listen more often to things than to beings

listen more often to things than to beings

tis the ancestors breath when the fire’s voice is heard

tis the ancestors breath in the voice of the water

 

those who have died have never, never left

the Dead are not under the earth

they are in the rustling trees, they are in the groaning woods

they are in the crying grass, they are in the moaning rocks

the Dead are not under the earth

 

so listen more often to things than to beings

listen more often to things than to beings

tis the ancestors breath when the fire’s voice is heard

tis the ancestors breath in the voice of the water

 

those who have died have never, never left

the Dead have a pact with the living

they are in the woman’s breast

they are in the wailing child

they are with us in the home

they are with us in the crowd

the Dead have a pact with the living

 

so listen more often to things than to beings

listen more often to things than to beings

tis the ancestors breath when the fire’s voice is heard

tis the ancestors breath in the voice of the water

 

 

 

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