A Poem: Untitled
By Yero Jallow
Deafening hollow flute echoes
Riding on the wings of the airwaves
Awakening the sleeping dead
The questioner asked: “What’s the loud noise for?”
The flute men responded: “We are celebrating the new day!”
The questioner rejoined: “Where is the new day?”
The flute men pointed to the sky layers, saying: “There, it is in thin air!”