«Fly! Little three-letter wordlet / busily washing your winglet, / what could be sweeter or better / than watching you swallow my letter?»
«I'm going out again today / into life, into the marketplace, / to lead a regiment of songs / against the roar of rat and race.»
«A bunch of yellow buttercups. / Lightning's evil eye. / A woman drops a flower, and walks on by. / And soon the eyes of the window bang / beneath the hurly-burly hanging over our heads. / The yellow-backed book gets soaking wet. / The rumbling clouds are blue and black. / In the kingdo...»
«Black king dance out front of the crowd, / and witch-doctors batter the tom-tom. / Big black women laugh bawdy and loud, / Pelele stain their mouths, and burn. / The dirty cauldron bubble: / some bird bones, and a child. / Our Elder Father Helper Sun / he hurt us unaware. / Seven tim...»