Native faith healers can frond^host so long
only . the next hundred flanges are critical. Old roof
corrugations flatten; city forming I-beams at street
crossings scare the air | not comprehending tyre tonnage
cane path plantars shamble.
In the forest of lidded eyes covenant
midwives hide | once they thrived catching balloons
pierced by javelins of repulse, steel grey to blue;
skin tissue sent flapping.
Unlike fiction about night killings,
how island women strapless run; whose langue exotique
bond split star, happy they got away gender^chic intact.
^
Though dreams through daze
stay On . displaced, mark where^how down midstream
souls give^take bare . Get up here! serve^poise pause.
Waist high in flight cross
Orinocos, neck tattoos like guide maps | wait, what!
thick under swarming reptiles ? + you’d like to speak
to offshore management.
Aarrh! so like the throat lust of birds
flying into glass towers, wanting only one thing – course
validation, gleaming Eldorado^like on the shelf. Source
eyes . deep set, look after the pass.
– W.W.
THE LATEST EMPEROR
..you might never say "All is lost!"
but your children born here, sensing sure
anguish behind the walls of your words,
will do their emphatic faithful best,
and fail, to have your shared silence voiced.
But watch out for that son or daughter
who will fling the lid off your smoking
pot and up against your tribal yokes.
That will hurt, like the fire that melts fear,
but shine your myths into new mirrors.
……………………………………
(from “Readiness” by Brian Chan, 2013)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 