Dirge for Don Rice
“oh what a tribulation
a brother against a brother for a piece of bread …”
-Jah Bull
may a thousand djembes
celebrate your name
let the city of dead bodies
be purged as the rhythms ring
always upfull in i-sight
ever offering encouragement to the art
acknowledging the music as our life-blood
recorder of the Druid Hill living heart
the ancestors will welcome you now
and deliver thee from this pit
rise up, Rasta, rise up
ascend from this filth and shit