Another year has passed
September has again appeared
They have come again to add mirth
To the city’s festive air
Have all the groups come?
Have all the boys and their
Kin come from the far off forests?
Or have some fallen off
For deaths, diseases or displacement?
Festive time!
They must don festive wear
And sway body in lively ways
The headman whistling
The black bones swaying
And the city’s eyes are feasting
Men are marching
Feet are falling and rising
The drums are beating
And the lone gatherer is begging…
Last year I was a witness
To this splendid scene!
This year it thrills me
With added perks–more boys party
To add variety to the shaking frames
