The Arrival of Birds
Photo by Annetta Jackson, Intersect Antigua
Amazona guildingii shrieks for you,
and your half-written sinuous chapters,
they are to remain unfinished.
This is one tragedy of the Caribbean queer.
The vitality of the liberation movement is fleeting.
Fancies whisk away the next He-She,
the latest Girls-Man into disillusioned ecstasy.
Sociality sucks life out of tradition,
resuscitating Bullers everywhere
on the brink of suspicious predilections.
The procedure is a fluid one
like rivers that partition you
into parcels of land to be occupied,
to be slashed and burned,
crafted from the image of the men
and women who till you thin.
Listen closely as the wild fluttering spirits sing
acknowledging your inadequate offering.