Order

Jesus did not ride that monstrous wave,
not Yahweh, Jah, Allah, none of the major

Gods or the minor ones, not even the godless
strode that bugger which sliced our lives

in two: the past where we danced ballroom
while the children played carom, and mangos

stained our lapels, and today, hobbling,
scavenging in ash heaps, how easy

the arithmetic, day and night, two by two.
Bring on the mind workers.

Let a thousand doctors bloom.
I lived right here on the x, my name

is blue: sea green blue blue green
I do not speak in tongues. I am not

disordered, a babbler. I did not lose
anybody close to me, just 30,000

fellow island bees, not to worry, machan,
old fellow, I will subscribe tomorrow,

the order of every day, skip and jump rope,
whistle, talk to aid workers, even swim.