`smart man' she Sighed onto gla** Shielding a Dalmatian Double Print Beneath it Felt fedora tilted Brandishing a silk kerchief Like smooth boasts Wry half-grin creaked Beneath a weary gaze Of faded almond And burnt wandering Pulsing spirit tears Through dog-eared Celluloid and dust-skinned Sand-smash into panting History; painting in flesh Stroke all that Made us Voided and Familiar 1890's Demerara-essequibo Village Transplanted Whimsical root Growing Iroko-like In my brain Birth fresh Longings for Shado benay Kai-so And warm foaming Coves And after yan-kees Gone leaving: Marlboro cool Echoes of old world Globalisation and A tornado of a man Condenses space into 63 years The freckled photograph Stares back Impish inheritance Skeletal symmetry And silence's mysteries Mutated I see: `sidney - bombay street, st. james 1965' I see Your yankee style Your callous-padded Grip your Algebraic mind Calculate 8 and a half hungry children That would conspire to Make you legend And us And us Strangers Years later I am walking north Neilsen ave pre-empts A january Sunset Angel's breath Is Ice origami's 430 Happenstance The elevator's A time machine i propel with My best rude-boy Pose I slide past Deposited shards Of yesteryear: A steel-spined Shoulder-bolted auntie Then an ex-g Turned sophisticated Slew ting for The man dem It soars Until doors Laugh off gla**y years And disbelief This weekend This weekend my Bredrin has his Son The twelfth story Splits and tells curry king Fish, jesus swag And bavarian works Kindred quietudes Three generations Unwind in this Up-rooted Palace The prince On his father's notebook Google-spins earth Into view. His voice is a glowing Abrasion grasping Last fingers Of day “hey dad, where were you born?” When meet eyes They brim with love And hurricanes “boy, you en know dat? you real want an a** cutting.” Now this time its The boy's grandmother Who sighs: “bombay street Port of spain... St. james Trinidad 1964”