Mudcastle Of Djenné

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When the peal of thunder strikes
And the rainbird sings in melancholy
A cacophony of hoots and rumble
Follows me through the shutter

In the pittar patter of falling drops
And the burble of gushing cascades
I solo become an acoustic shadow
Standing tall in the rhythm of chaos

I wish to seek shelter in mali
The great mudcastle of djenne
Where the Mande folks slumber
In heavy rain and menacing flood

The fragility of the archetype
Is wonderous and atypical
Like the frailties of souls
That stay or pass by in hurry

I have become homeless with time
And now I aberate in the hallways
Of this twelve door pavilion
A canopy for tramps in bad weather

C.

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