One of the wizard Gwankwe's little songs
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Gwankwe is a character in my Ergo Harper (cf) stories which are supposed to be funny but keep turning serious so that I only posted a little one of them so far! ( Some damn story has a will of its own? What is that?? ) But this is a bit of a hum that somebody heard Gwankwe singing to his little drum. He uses his collection of bones for fortune-telling or (usually) just good company and conversation.
One of the wizard Gwankwe's little songs
Wa Za and Sha Za, princes born in the same hour of the same Queen, And aye, here are bones of theirs in a bag and they talk to me! Twins to the eye but no, not two were those two but only a single disaster, Oh, aye, bones in a bag they are and they talk to me! An unusual sight in battle like an eight-limbed god on a plinth of corpses, Now, aye, bones in a bag, that's what they say to me! An unusual sight in battle and the last sight for many, for many a mother's son, And aye, here are bones of theirs in a bag and they talk to me! Till the day Wa Za lay dead at Sha Za's feet with she they loved, Oh, aye, bones in a bag they are and they talk to me! Then they were two! Then they were two! Now they are two, And aye, here are bones of both in a bag and they talk to me, And they talk to me about mens' hearts and the black trance of desire. Now, aye, bones in a bag, that's what they are to me! |
Submitted on 2012-04-19 00:48:24 Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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That's a nice little ditty. I appreciate that on several levels. It must be an interesting character to carry around such a bag, kind of like the skull thing for the Crusaders bunch.| | Posted on 2012-04-21 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] | reminds me of my first wife....everyone thought we were brother and sister because we were always together...like twins...but oh no...not like two, but a single disaster...well that is what we ended up... | and i'm not sure either of us appreciated what we had when it was gone...we probably just felt better it was gone. yes "the black trance of desire" can turn us into a bag of bones... i'm not too familiar with this genre of story...but i do like this piece...it's whimsical and serious all at once...it provokes a chuckle but then a tear... jacob | Posted on 2012-04-19 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] | |
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