them body snatchers!
na dem dey steal body, gbomo gbomo, dey steal pikin
shrill screaming from rigid finger reeds, our mommies sing
what about the babies?
whose eyes sink further into a fat fluid face, the sun out of focus
the loud explosions of words, the laughter a sword that cries as
a camcorder records glee and musicals to replay a score and a year
on a wall thin and fraying
when easter is no longer bunnies, eid no longer burning ewe hairs
but good fridays remain frijohn
dem body snatchers done come