Exile

Original Text: 
Blue (Vancouver: Polestar Book Publishers, 2001): 25.
for Kwame Dawes
2Blazing, it vomits smudge-smoke. Your mind chars
4You douse your dream-scorched brain with slave-sweat rum --
5The only gold you can own, corroding
6Your liver. Your anthem plays to gunfire.
7   When you think about it (when you can breathe) .--
8After all the lies that frame nostalgia,
9All the dead faces that occupy photographs,
10All the slain lovers pitched into ditches,
11Your eyes itch and ache with water, then dry .--
12Curling like dead leaves, starving for gold fire.

Notes

1] pays: country Back to Line
3] yaw: swerve from side to side. Back to Line
RPO poem Editors: 
Ian Lancashire
RPO Edition: 
2004
Special Copyright: 

<b>This poem cannot be published anywhere without the written consent of George Elliott Clarke or the Polestar Book permissions department.</b>