Lavender garden
Water trickles over marble;
Light dances on leaves.
This place awakes an ancient thought –
Birds singing — each knows its prayer.

Three screens flash scenes of black crude
jetting to the surface to cover gulls,
nets, and sand. How will that fisherman
eat and live?

Mary Prince—pittied slave
bore naked floggings;
she had no patron to give her her
goody two shoes.
Now the English know the truth.

You read me wrong
I wasn’t trying to lead you on
not like you think.
Didn’t mean to turn you on.
Didn’t mean to turn you on.

Rain falls on rusted handrail
making its way through concrete pores
only to fall again on verdant grass;
grey horizon veiled.