Built in world war two the Spanish house stood along the road Capiz shells made up its windows Mom and daughter upstairs went down the exterior staircase to join the family for evening stories downstairs They chatted for hours until the wind howled and the heavens poured as they adjusted the cord to record memoirs Uncle Roth began "farewell my motherland...." they pressed the play button to hear how the verse got on Out came "yakan, yaweh..." children voices sang tuneless, dwarfish, wee dear Lord what's up with Thee not a word from motherland! Nervously they laughed at how the recording turned out but when they did a dusty laughter they heard from the empty upstairs As if to mimic and mock their jaws to shock and brittle their hairs to convert them into believers. Ancient Digger Until now I still don't know what 'yakan, yaweh' is. I scoured the net for hints with very little success. The words are as fresh on my mind as I heard them 28 year...
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