To stop bashing rock waves,
Mother went to the African butcher
for the blood of a slaughtered lamb;
and cast red spells over me.
To uproot the steeped in earth,
she paid the Jamaican Obeah woman
for the hair of a virgin gal.
To break the slashing blind tornado,
my comb was given to a Haitian Vodun;
who was immediately possessed
by the god Damballah.
Drums were beaten.
Stones were tossed.
And they all danced by fire,
possessed,
on a dark night beach.
