Montego Bay: a City's Biopsy

Golden like honey slowly the sunlight drips On the sweet horizon of a sea tongue licking Evening's rouge splattered and fragranted lips. And like restless crab claws on stone clicking I hear time in the blue silence of sea and sky: She goes fresh in her frivolous hedonic fantasy Away with days undone deeds, and drudged tasks Yet in lavished evening the lovely island basks. Day comes to her stoic end, but the island sees Not, nor hears how strangely the noisy city changes Into a dress of silence. Like leaves on their trees That greener into summer pass, the stillness ranges From sky to soul unsensed. I pity the fly that swims Or crawls the sugared rim, while days light slowly dims The city is not the same in its heart, its innocense Is merely a smokescreen for the slick savage's prtense.