ALL TO WHOM KNEES OWE

                               
                           “…rearranged naked premises…naked features… 
                                  rearranged exposures of the susceptibility                                  
                                     of the future
 to the past.”
                                        – Wilson Harris, Companions of the Day
                                                                   And Night (1975)

                The sum of fight, surrenders . smart or bare
              head^pillowing legs;
songs hummed to hush child
              fears; the Minister, curve grooming. Who bears
              the cost of air jackets . dotted ties?

                        \ Prayers for smile + note exchange in hotel      
              rooms; gunmen seen in cars chewing lunch break
              choice; desert crossing genders. Who watches
              over these numbers?     

                                                    +

              Keeping pace + head on neck not since
              the clearance of Genghis Khan, horse ‘n’ blade
              rib rabble scything | now as if just one year pass
              new Order shipped. Who waits that long for closure?

                                   \  Elsewhere, chest vests that boom
              loose bricks + IDs flying | unhappy with love print
              device . Ave Maria! first fetus growing. What
              happens in your country? 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
              Island role players’
make up cast for part
              world folding work sleep, lines repeat; single Acts
              bag feeding. What’s left with life to hew?

                                             \  Ice melt, sun burn signals             
              sent like plea bargain; see Folder Old | mon Dieu,
              What’s this ? stumbling out back furry, phone
              light on rubble point | pants up . no, don’t look away.

                                                                      – W.W.

 

                      

             

 

 

 

              YUH RAP SO (3.4) 

              The world's warring wheels were greased by unnamed spite
              & yes, this priest was jealous of that girl’s youth,
              Theirs why the very thought of Judd’s one big mouth
              Silenced for once by this girl’s two small mouths glad
              To drown the dross of low words in the high tide
              Of the milk of ecstasy et cetera
              The very idea of infants who would dare
              To go beyond the pale of paleface-fences
              Incensed the priest’s sense of the limp impotence
              That broods at the root of death-denying rape
               The threat of which the girl now seemed not to fear:

                     (from “Raponani” by Brian Chan, 2023)

 

                    

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Author: FarJourney Caribbean

Born in Guyana : Wyck Williams writes poetry and fiction. He lives in New York City. The poet Brian Chan lives in Alberta, Canada.

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