Guinea-Bissau
Robby Nadler
Dander across the peach field waves
You are Guinea-Bissau
Sparkled by acrylic formations
Pending and Peering above the waistline
Howdah you call
And howdah you ride in on
The sinuous path towards the Haggard Gates
You are Guinea-Bissau
In fitful relapses
Carved marmoreal to the clavicle
Skew you who attempt to invade the elephant
Skew you all
The rheumy leakage from the eye
Of his African’s eye and petulant stance
Mars the possible journey
Grow my baby
Grow with child
So that your entrails may be entrusted
To the lotus of the land
The lotus of the heart
And the she-demon of Accra
Tranquilized by the wry force of hemp
Slander your emotive necessity to live
For Omphalos is the center
Plunge to undermine then crawl through that hole
What awaits beneath the umbra
Is what you knew before you left
You are Guinea-Bissau
And howdah you ride in on
Is how you shall leave
Carved marmoreal to the clavicle
Of his African’s eye and petulant stance