He Knows His Shadows

He knows his shadows

are not shadows, they are

layers and layers, multi-faceted, repetitious

rows and armies of

his ancestors

and mine

jump right behind him too

dancing and as he sings they

teki their head

so proud

and they dance and sway and jerk with the movements

of warriors as he

sings a sweet love song

His shadows are

so tall and yet they

stand behind him

holding up this man

by the thigh bone

stepping together the way

They always did

one by one

and all together

standing him taller than he would without

he knows who he is.