For an Old Voudou Drum
- Geoffrey Clarfield
- Sep 17, 2018
- 1 min read
In my dreams I am being chased by a woman
Whose face I cannot recognize
I have seen her, somewhere below
Dancing, dancing, dancing on the kitchen floor
On the kitchen floor, holding a knife
On the door on the door, fighting for life
In my dreams I am pursued by a fish
Ah yes, a fish on a dish
Was that what I wished?
A ripe rotten fish
Plucked straight from the sea
The sea, the sea, the seas seizes me
The sea sees me
I seize the sea
The sea sees
Seize me, seize me
If you seize me
I will freeze
Freeze me until the shrimps run free
Free for all to see
A drum, a drum
Dumb ditty, dum ditty, dum dum dum.
For an old voudou drum, Macbeth might come
