Two white feathers across the hut gate

Cowries dropping every minute

White and all white teeth gain

Welcome to my hanging hut

 

Serve yourself with palms of the boy

Of all ends and feed

Whisper into the boys left ear

He has his own breed that bleeds by nodding

 

Hut feels feel free

Emotions are no bamboo zeal

The mirror river is rippling by sundown into reels

This is hut feels