I'm looking for the
medicine, love.
Haven't you seen it here?
The fronds quiver
and the sun whispers.
But I'm looking for the
medicine; my belly is
empty.
And haven't you seen it there?
It has a name in every tongue,
on every tongue, in every time.
Ngai, ngai, Jehovah,
you are a mighty god, we say,
but do not swallow.
I'm looking for the eyes,
the eyes, the bosom,
the bread.
Crack. Thunder, gunshot, revelry.
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