Change

Through curtains of sunlight I see sweet seas of sugar, young And lissom as a winsome lass Dancing. I smell the perfume of the night, Worn as a wheeze upon a dying lung. Youth is a phase we pass Reluctantly in the history of these Shores. That girl is going to rear Children who will move for the breeze Water their eyes with tear. Let the green stalks dance now Sugar is reaped with fire here. Mutabaruka alone at the canoe bow, No other captain is there.