Soyini Ayanna Forde, Soon Mus Come

Cannot stay on this island

drenched in Koromanti blood

and song. Mus depart like a full lover,

forget sounds of mosquito

and dogs and brand new Kartel.

Duppy don’t migrate.

Leave the mangoes dem

ripening on trees,

bare chicken bones,

the sea’s tongue

lapping the shores of Black River,

cows’ startled bellows,

bougainvillea, blazing bright and wild.

Nuff ways to leave

yourself behind with no visa.

A brown-skinned girl

wiping the wet

under her heavy bosom,

full of rainwater and tears.

One sweaty shirt

drying on barbed wire fence.

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