Something About Culture

Something about culture Something deeper than root Thicker than blood More brutal than ancestry Wriggling from the mud Something inviolate Absolutely unemancipating Something the nomenclatured "badwud" The aroma from the kitchen Fresh herbs and logwood smoke The crispy crunch of a delectable feast Fried fish and bammy Pepper pot soup, or the glammy Aftermath of cowskin, cowfoot Walking on the pleasure zone Green pastures of the brain Something about a sista in dancehall attire A dreadlock on a stage shouting "fire" Something about Jamaica Umbilical cord of love Rising from a Cockpit cave Soaring like a kestrel Over the Blue Mountain of love Something about culture Ties us there And here I was in Germany Prowling the world fair Badwud sweeter than ganja light up the air A rush of bodies A crush of wings Expleted and respectable rushing there "Yardie in trouble" some declare But I seeing a train hovering in midair Understood the expletive And only stood and stared Jamaica like delicious mangoes Bunching there.