- Song of the Andoumboulou: 93, and: Door Peep Shall Not Enter
Song of the Andoumboulou: 93
Rollaway horns were at his backagain. An invisible creek intersected the road he strode along, audible under a blanket of trees... Horns at his back notwithstanding, he heard it, heard what otherwise wasn'tthere. The muses' bare feet at creek's edge misapprehended, suspect awareness awareness even so, warning woven into it it seemed, more than seeming,"mu" as in mud again... So creek mud cooled his feet later, oozed between histoes he dreamt. Creek mud laced with the horns' low lament, synaesthetic sludge it was... He was afraid, elated, again at the beginning, beginning to be absorbed again... Creation Rebel he'd have been had it been his to name himself, a long way around he went
It was a long way around, feet shodin cement, legs heavy. Long shadow trailing going out led coming back. A long elliptical orbit, low sun... It wasn't there was never a life, more he'd grown immune to it. Mud's horns memorial, the way no longer ahead, fell from what sky he could only guess... Walked all the more, chatted at bywater, what was to come once recorded, said to've been recorded, dry mud's bird-foot book... Babbled at by invisible water, make-believe music's pelvic [End Page 713] sway. There but not to be had, he thought, had at by what wasn't there... Had woken up from inside his mother's posthumousapartment, next to nothing inside the kitchen he looked into, came away from grieving, sad albeit heavenly house... It was the longway around he took, ushered by the drooping lilies the horns were, Trench Town's Memphite run... How it might've been had it been his to make made him wander, wide motherly girth an idea the earth grew on...A long way around, equatorial, rotund... A long way around it went... The horns were flowers blooming behind him, dark flowers, mud on the lip of each bell [End Page 714]
Insofar as there was a they the hornsanswered. "By and by," the Bahamian whatsay went, better had he known it, "By and by." It was they, themselves, them, the mystic three or so it seemed, a dream in-consequentializingwhat was to come, the horns' ongoing regret... A spoonful it was or might've been, all it took, a spoonful all it took [End Page 715]
A big ellipse the big circle he camearound on, rebel he regarded himself notwithstanding. Orbited... Fell in line... A stiff elixir, sipped only a spoon's worth. Drooping lilies, lifted chalices once... We gathered creekside, greeted him, mud more than we saw, faces gone long on shade, shallows, decoded the cloud he came in on... Thought ourselves an exegete choir, dubbed ourselves birds in black. Jackdaw deacons we considered ourselves, jackdaw decoding corps... Planet man wecalled him, explained him to himself, the long way around he took. We were the horns' ventriloquial extension, a big laugh inside our stomachs, emptied our stomachs, laughter let outat island's edge... Sunlight coming thru cloud he called himself, soon-come inconsequence, naming come to naught, the cipher "By and by" took us to... "By and by," we muttered under ourbreath, "By and by." Come too far to've been there before we heard him say, Ba-equaling Jah- equaling Ra-Insofar-I's fetch, we the decoding ones caught out... Came shoeless he said and we heard and we saw in retrospect mud caked his feet,Creation Rebel all the same, cracked voice caroling straw... Birdsong heavy inside it, bass bamboo, eked-out hammerhead flute... The horns' counsel unassailable, constant,bamboo though we were, low flute entablature, we the horn chorus's crest... All of which to say it was getting late, low sun scissored by tree limbs, leaves'elocution mum. "Mu" as in mum it was, "mu" as in moon later, sun's low light an entelechy of string, sun laid out meant "mu" [End Page 716] as in moot, long since gone up, cut...First flesh...