Here Do the Ceremonies

Here do the ceremonies.
Here comes my messenger.
He is a kind of chameleon.
He has some meaning in his mad attire.
Here in this island we arrived and here –
Here is a box. I had it from the queen.
Here is a ring. I had it from the king.
Here, where you are, they are coming to perform it.
Herbwoman. Linguist. Soldieress.
Here come the clusters.
Here do the ceremonies.

This poem is from Shakespeare Okuni’s new poetry collection A Twist of Rotten Silk, available here.