From this world

into  the next

and you will never again eat

the couscous

pounded millet

and cooled water

i bowed down

to give you

my king

tyrant of my world

you are done here

are you still watching my every move?

my back still aches

and you never knew me

your last wife

of the compound

do I grieve now?

Mariama will know

she too pounded millet

into your song

king in so many places

bushbuck Griot

some of the countries that witnessed us

no longer exist

borders have changed

boundaries gone

and they will never forget you

singing your praises

joyously