fiveEnd Bend(2:06) grown olde chew the brownest grass stomach slumping go home theres no other source that is something low smoke slapping wings above thunder thumping is the sun so hi are the feet this lo storms in the sky dragging us toward home but safe w/i our bones wont grow unwatered unquenched just a throne for mold so safer w/o empty out windows reverse aquarium n skip these toes thru bloody stones can you hear the call from the valleys end sliding down thru the trough of the earth yr pain does it roll down yr spine like a friend n bend disease into worth into strength taking breaths n notes from trees sap it bleeds pulp stationery yr mark has been made paper burns ink stays thru the hardest of days yr skin will gray but never raise earth usurping its own greenery these scenes are not simply scenery
The British-Somali poet draws upon everything from leftfield folk to minimalist spoken-word, bound together by simple-yet-cutting wordplay. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2021