What storms have you weathered,

What bitter potion have you been made to sip from your fountain of youth?

What precious stones have you traded for a piece of flesh,

What piece of flesh have you eaten for a bit of glitter?

What was your name yesterday when we drank and mocked life and death,

What was the thing you said in the middle of our favourite song?

Break away dear friend, I prepare a feast for you where we can be.

Bring a bottle, I have washed all the cups. Bring some appetite I have made something to eat.

Who can boast of a table larger than mine, of a girth wider than mine?

Who can name a decanter bigger than what is stored in my kitchen?

I feed friend and foe alike. I water your dry gullets and we sing to our eternal love.

We merry band who see all things before they come to be. We who, like Kali, know.

We have seen it pass away, we have seen heaven and hell, we have come and gone.

We know that in due time even you will come. We know, we know, we know. 

Whatever storm you have weathered do not flinch son of man, do not fear

We shall make a canopy with our arms for you to pass, we shall be who we shall be.

(c) Iroaganachi Nnamdi Christopher 16th June 2012.