'The Belief in Obeah' and Other Poems

The Belief in Obeah

for Ras Biko

The moth that enters
your house at night is a grudge
that somebody is holding
against you. It half-sits, bothered
by your light and the roof
over your head. It spreads
its small evening wherever
it lands, over the things
you love most. A dark tent
of dark intentions.



Ebb

I feel it when I am in the open lung
of my hammock, reading in the verandah
of my East Coast apartment. I feel it
when I am driving down the Causeway
to Pigeon Island, with the sun roof pulled back,
letting the wind rough up my clothes.
Then I come to sit down on the beach
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