"They have no flag, the
name of their country is
printed across their faces.”
– "On The Run", Mervyn Taylor
Happy on leash some look . others pivot leak sniff
test or dash after tossed memos, which is how unpaid
they get parts in movies . road crossing ear cocky like
portents right before or during ultimatums.
Now in wards pipe packed our organs can only hail
wail reverse . curse at bone chew cost, chair thumb
decisions; tongues out method bikers get Follow that
scent excited.
*At murder scenes photographers angle body
pointers let quotients fly; for Heimlich air flows they call
in experts trained to scan for relish or nail marks
in platform See what they did ? to me testimonials.
Time mingles; crotchet seams give or take . partners get
by tone touch tagging whippet streaks too dark too
loud ‒ which shouldn’t dishearten anyone from piggy
back flashes . kept secret comradecoupling.
*The village ? there’s no fault trace : beholden
udders understand grip habits; friends with torches
blown roof riveter need . up ‘n’ down dress turn;
account pail fetching, like dogs sheepish in any city
traffic herding . so much mine eyes have seen.
– W.W.
QAT
They find something like it in Qat’s passionate
Disinterest: not obliged to hate or love them
Or anything about them, she is able
To start unlocking and dismantling their files, towards
Ironing out their System-wrinkles, pointing
Her maze-staggered clients towards their next move
Of sidestepping snakes so as to climb ladders.
‘DIRECTIONALITY’, Qat’s boss, DeGroot, calls
Her talent for saving people from digging
Their own graves by spinning around in one spot
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 