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Jason Montana
Twilight Ritual
Comrade:
Everything's set for your coming,
and after the collective's welcome
we may be alone together
to celebrate a twilight ritual.
The people permit oneness
of ourselves in their organized mountains.
So come.
I have chosen to borrow a poor
peasant's abung on a high plateau
of old storied payaos
translating the red consciousness of the sky.
We will lay down our firearms,
for comrades guard against intruders.
Silenced for the hour shall be
the augurers' clannic incantations.
As you light up the hearth,
in the ebony glow, on a floor of reeds
shall I prepare the sculptured datoc,
the coco-shell cup and Ming wine jar.
We shall drink of the boundless
power and tenderness of the land
that has risen in anger against
the imperialists and their allies.
Then shall I offer you long and green
sugar cane leaves for you to tie
into the knot of prosperity and unity
in the protracted struggle, while
outside flap the wings
of the grey doves of Uhaj.
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