Woo Negerum

Woo Negerum, my love, my own
He splutters and barks. Raves.
I love him.

I see him approaching between the fields.
He starts kicking the ground while I am still far away,
raising the dust.
He has proposed a marriage day and suffers the intervening time.
He passes me shouting and flailing, but my heart is calm.
I look away with a smile -- my future spreads out before me.

Oh Woo Negerum, my love, my own.
He says he despises me, that I will be his death,
but mostly he is busy with appointments in another sector.

Woo Negerum, my darling.