Taizé

Pascal Ansell

Kenyan djembes patter all around,
Christians queue for lunch like refugees,
And people walk and leer to their sound.

Long peals from bells flow through air,
And round the food they cluster like bees,
Kenyan djembes patter all around.

Benches abound while chairs are rare,
Coquettes stand straight and clap their knees,
And people walk and leer to their sound.

Profane and crass t-shirts worn without care,
Loud, Loud, they sing and tease,
Kenyan djembes all around.

At night, at Oyak, collectively they dare,
Sober yet innocent, innocuous deeds,
And people walk and leer to their sound.

Binding poles, connecting heaven in communal share,
Waves of heaving together under trees.
Kenyan djembes patter all around,
And people walk and leer to their sound.

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Taizé* – An ecumenical Christian camp in Southern France

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This poem was one of the winners of the Barefoot in the Park poetry competition.

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