Push your body

Of a woman I once knew:

she had mapped out the grid of Georgetown

in a mind suffused with memories of miscegenation,

drove a bus route sometimes

and like a human GPS

she would drive her beat up car pretty much everywhere

even in lanes overrun with those peddling

what she felt were cheap Chinee things

and women selling sapodilla

while she sucked her teeth at coolie boys

calling her sweetheart

while selling her nothing.

In those places there were no water lilies

And Homestretch avenue was still the prettiest road

And on days when she was with me

I tried to navigate

those narrow lanes

lined by bodies melting in the Caribbean sun

and rasta men around tibisiri baskets,

where Chutney was something you listened to

while it swirled around mummified caiman

smiling even in death for tourists.

she could sense my dithering,

anxious that I was,

not to mulch the crowd under my wheels.

So she grafted me to the metal beast;

Davina, it’s alrite na, push ya baady, push ya baady …

Such fine encouragement,

I felt invincible as I smiled on the narrowest road

# For a dear friend from Georgetown

Who is the enemy here?………..the death of a caiman.

There lies on HomeStretch Avenue

The rotting carcass of a Caiman*,

Next to trenches filled with lotus lillies,

shadowed only by emerald green grass and glinting sun.

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Close enough is the cross for Alicia,

Tended lovingly by her family.

Lost her life driving on that lonely road,

In a fatal head on collision.

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No cross for the Caiman today.

People picking lotus lillies for Puja,

Found the little critter lying embedded , covert

in the reeds. Discovered, dismembered now.

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Lying belly up for three days.

He’s a reptile, won’t shrivel in the blaze

Of everyday, but still,

Their good deed is done.

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So they shared the trenches once,

Now, it had no reason to subsist in our space,

For while we pick lotus lillies in spaces not our own,

We fear our enemy the Caiman.

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* Saw the carcass of a caiman lying belly up on the side of the road today. It looked like a humiliating way to die for just existing in a trench. Another example of how all other organisms are considered more of a pestilence compared to our own parasitic race.