Uwodige. Uwodu.
I breath the words out
round as smoke
There must be songs for this.
A formula to bring back stolen children
A songs for protection.
Medicine for return
There must be a ceremony we created
after the boarding schools
and removals
and wars
Sassafras spit
to beg Thunder
a pinch of tobacco
in the first light
of mourning
Miss Veronica
I don't know you
I'm just another broken heart
a blue witness
sending prayers on smoke
to the east
and the war isn't over
You are returning
to land close to our
Mother mounds
They will
sing lullabies
uwodu uwodige usdi
Ka!
There are old songs belting from the strong
lungs of men who love you
There are old rhythms shaking
from the strong legs
of women who love you
There are old prayers
rising as smoke from people who love you
There are old words sprouting
from the hills that love you
Ka!
Dvgalutsi
Dvgalutsi
Dvgalutsi
Dvgalutsi
Dvgalutsi
Dvgalutsi
Dvgalutsi
Translations:
Uodige: Brown
Uwodu: Beautiful
Usdi: Baby
Dvggalutsi: She will come back