A Chant from Caliban to his Mother Sicorax
To Brenda Flanagan, Brenda Tapia, and Nancy Fairley, really Sicoraxs on earth
Let’s dance with you, mama the sweet moment that sings from the beat and highlights the breeze of my emotions.
Let’s dance with you, mama,
to break the distances,
the soul sunrise
and to get away with berries
witchcraft profits
that fill of laughs
the steps
Let’s dance with you, mama, to babble the sound, demanding the fate of the tied seeds, stick punishment of the magician.
Let’s dance with you, mama, to come into belly and to throw flames, a cry that grunts the carimbo confrontation.
Let’s dance with you, mama erase my ancestors and to open the arcades with vomits of lights, that close our amplifications.