DANCING ALONE: JARCOO POEMS

JARCOO POEMS

We were three who start his dance

      But now I'm doing it alone

We were three who started this singing

      But now I'm doing it alone

      When we started this dancing

There was no cloud in the sky

      When we started this swimming

There were no sharks in the ocean

When we started this singing

        There was no rain in the cloud

When started this dancing

        There were no thorns in the playground

But now, at the middle of the road

                at the winking of the road

                at the belly of the eye

                at the zenith of the dance

                I am doing it alone

                I am walking it alone

                I am going it alone

                I am dancing it alone

          When we started this cracking, Ademo

Thee was no stone in the shell

          When we started this digging

There was no rock in the meadow

When we started this seeking, Woodbo

           We had no specks in the eyes

When we started this weeding

           We had no burns, no blisters

But now, at the middle of the road

               at the winking of the road

               at the belly of the eye

               at the zenith of the dance

               I am doing it alone

               I am walking it alone

               I am going it alone

               I am dancing it alone

Tell me the secret of the lion's limbs

Tell me the truth of the baboon's bottom

Tell me the secret of the jackal's jaw

For now, at the middle of the road

               at the winking of the eye

               at the belly of the ocean

               at the zenith of the dance

               I am courting them alone

               I am seeking then alone

               I am probing them alone

               I am hunting them alone

Ademo, with the hungry ground so slippery

               Wokobo, with the thirsty sea so smooth

               Ademo,  with thorny way so windy

               Wokobo, with the dreadful wind so kind

               I am doing it alone

               I am walking it alone

               I am walking it alone

               I am going it alone

               I am dancing it alone

          When we started this fishing

There were no whales by the shore

          When we started this threshing

There was no sting in the grain.

When we started this dancing

           We had no cold, no fever

When we started this singing

           There was  one pain in the eardrum

But now, at the middle of the road

               at the winking of he eyes

               at belly of the ocean

               at he zenith of the dance

               I am singing it alone

               I am doing it alone

               I am going it alone

               I am dancing it alone.