Here comes
the medicine man,
With his glittering box of clefs
Like the ice cream lady
in the Odeon
Pass me a quaver
Care for a treble?
Like to try a madrigal?
Two for the price of one!
Want to taste
some harmony?
freshly made
this morning
Maestro,
be a love
and fetch some more octaves,
we’re running low….
Oh dear, this coke is a bit flat….
Medicine man
mediates
between your senses
and spirit.
Medicine man,
the combiner,
the diviner
With his sacred invisible tongue
Delicate as china
Speaking words,
without words
Expressing the inexpressible
After the silence…..
A deeper understanding,
how low can you go?
Let the cattle cry, ‘Death Row’
Rock-a-bye-baby-your-soul
Or RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE WITH ME!
Lay-lady-lay-as-the-wind-cries-Mary
Spread your patchwork blanket on the green
And picnic on the food of love
Eat the music
Give me excess of it
Hey, medicine man
Pass me another quaver!