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The tapestry of shell feet traces
Landscape poetry in hairy stone
Erecting a bone-pinnacle of the scampering faith.
Climbing the green summit, pincer spins
Slanting a leaf's eye, pyramidal scar
Skipping the bow-strung vine, twanging
Trapeze of serpent-grass, pins
An arrow-head to a mossy star.
Crossroads sliding sun,
Relentlessly the sawn light threads
The mountain-compass of a hidden world
Curling its tide of rushing toes, scything
A mud-hole spring, bubbles fungi, swelling
A toadstool tower;
Sometimes a mowed half-moon, bending,
Carves a skull-rooted Carib prairie.
Crossroads sliding sun,
Relentlessly the sawn light threads
The mountain-compass of a hidden world
Curling its tide of rushing toes, scything
A mud-hole spring, bubbles fungi, swelling
A toadstool tower;
Sometimes a mowed half-moon, bending,
Carves a skull-rooted Carib prairie.
Faustin Charles
Crab Track [fragment]
James Berry, editor
News for Babylon
The Chatto Book of West Indian-
British Poetry
The Hogarth Press
Chatto & Windus, 1984©
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