Port of Spain, Trinidad by SheSheMatt
The woman’s skirt is the map of the town;
along the hem runs the blue blue sea,
a constant pull onto the port,
where the silk cotton trees crowd.
Look close at the intricate detail,
like the flipped off lid of an ink-well,
splattered black lines run deep and wide,
dividing up this vibrant masterpiece.
Just off centre is Laventille, where
metal roof hovels crouch like crabs
in the hills. Tempers brew, sparks
fizz from the overhead electric cables.
Harsh showers send sewers and earth
swimming along the old streets,
tunnelling and burrowing
looking for home.
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