On cold, dark nights
We perform our ritual act of rubbing.
Doing with our skin what
Neanderthals did with stones;
Enveloping ourselves in an ungodly heat—
The type that consumes the kitchen with swiftness when frying plantain on a hot summer's day.
We find ourselves in the most captivating science class as we trace the etymologies of friction and energy together.
If there ever was a time we became doubtful and hopeless,
Tonight is the moment our souls (re)assume their roles
As faithful carriers of Sango’s fire.