The Death of Titus

On the night that Titus fell His night nest was not empty, Not empty, but silent. His body still warm, Still warm to receive The procession of still warmer bodies Come to bear witness to what had Fallen.   First comes Umushikirano, He beats his chest and begins to Shake …

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Rhythm is Not Just Man’s Conquest

Rhythm is in the heart of man, We play with it from when we’re young; It lays down roots and helps us plan, Bunga bung bung, bunga bung bung.   Without it we could never speak, And we’d be beasts without a tongue; Reduced to grunts and the odd shriek, …

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