adapted from Watching the Murder of an Innocent Man
Attacked by his own
With punches, kicks, and club
Medicines, pelts and bones,
Thrown into the Sabi River
Holy objects sink in rushing waters,
Powers leeched by rock and rain
Like Prospero,
The n’anja abjures rough magic
But he misses
The smoke of burning sheep fat,
Catching evil spirits in their plumes;
Conjuring ancestors,
Seeking their truth;
Longs for lost root and bark,
Horn and herb
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