Cityscape (Big-Hungry)
We had a folk connection to everything
To times and place
But most of all to men
The landmark souls of Montego Bay:
Big-Hungry was one of them,
Hero that a wayward child could prize.
He was a big man
Muscles hard as old tree root
This tractor
That gave the city character
Seemed iron to us,
His lard a fig only for his belly
He was a STRONG MAN
Beating iron and mending tires
Day long, he breather the charred dust
From charcoal stalls
And belched in his passion of fire
O I feared too his cruel ways.
You walked into him suddenly
A mountain anciently there
And shrank instinctively in fear
But this man
This Big-Hungry that ate more than his size
Had a soft liquid in his eyes
And Girzelle knew
And never ran from him
Like us small boys that jeered
Behind his distant back
With one smile she laid him flat
Just like a track
Before our watering eyes.
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