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| Artwork by Celestin Munezero |
Plays ceased to arouse
The lively amongst my
long-dead pieces
Amidst perpetual
contemplation I dwell
Unable to tell clearly
life from death and vice-versa
I once thought I’d live
for who knows how long
And the god himself was
ignorant of my muses
Away at the fortunate land
they know no sun and no moon
I the glorious visitor
were of merry welcome
But sat cross-minded for I
was unaware of their languages
Their daughters and cattle
and gardens were of heavenly glare
And though encompassed
solitary kept me accompanied
I could read contentment
fresh and young in their eyes
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