Walking with the Dead

I was walking in the deep night
Coming back from my girlfriend's
Armed with the boldness of a knight
I was heedless to the night fiends

I was passing through the darkest maze
In an old quarter of voodoo followers
From where strange persons go to amaze
The passerby wandering in late hours

I was following the smallest track
Leading to a tree extremely old
Under which in a Sabbath-like rack
The night fetishists their meeting hold

I was halted near my house gate
By strangely clad men with masked head
Who asked me why I was entering late
And crossing thus the path of the dead

I was ordered to show my ID card
By the group's leader maybe a gang chief
And I threatened his mask to discard
If I got no proof he was not a thief

Idrissou Zimé Yérima
Written in 2002
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