Much have I traveled in the clannish crazed mazes of sawmouthed Somalis
And many crackpot clanships and catastrophes seen
Round many cultish camps and vicious Somali circles have I been
Which bards in fealty to kat and cadence hold
Oft of one wide expanse have I been told
That deep-disguised Darod Sayyid ruled as his demesne
Yet did I never ever breathe in the quintessence of Somaliness
Till I heard lionhearted Lewis speak out loud & bold in Blood & Bone
Then felt I like some frotteur in the sardined subways of Tokyo
When some Venus Kallipyga swims and presses against his yellow yang
Or like stout Lewis when with eagle eyes like his Somali friend Abshir
Stared down Afrit Afwayne & all the circumcised Darod mad dogs of M.O.D.
Looked at each other stung stunned stupid
Silent in their sandcastles of pseudoscientific socialism in Mogadishu.
---Mohamud Siad Togane
IN MEMORY OF I. M. LEWIS
Much have I traveled in the clannish crazed mazes of sawmouthed Somalis