ANCESTORS BE COMING... FOR OUR LOVE
by Midnight Seed
( Music: Sounds of horses or something coming for our love - galloping)
Filmed performance by Rhythmus.
Rhythmus is Portia Pollock, Midnight Seed, and Aarafa Payne.
Performed in New Orleans, Louisiana.
When there is nothing else to say or do
When the door has been locked and the hinges have rusted
When the north star has moved to another galaxy
When the maps have disintegrated under the weight of human cargo taken
And when we the dead have left the building and at times reincarnated
When the friends and lovers are gone, gone, gone
And you are insane from the stench of your own excrement
You fall in every direction
We know because we are there
We are there
Watching you do somersaults in lakes where there is no water
Watching you tell fables that are mythological lies
Watch you , watching you
We walk beside you and whisters
A foreign tongue it seems
We whispers incantations of universal building proportions
We hear you like a baby try to mimic our words - but our words are high calls
Your words are garbled
But we continue to pronounce and enunciate the sounds - the syllables for you
We hold you up
When you think your world has slipped out of orbit
We hold you up
And then we let you go to see if you have gained John Brown strength
We listen to your words to see if you have gained Zora Neal Hurston language
We listen to your thoughts to see if you have gained the intellectual property to your own consciousness
We rearrange you from the inside
We pull you up from your belly
We pull you up
Until one day you stand
A walk of civilization begins inside of you
Again