Written by Jack Andrew Cribb
Eating mangoes in the sky,
purple hibiscus rubbed onto pectoralis major,
onto skirt of man in bloody revolution.
I cut, tack, and gibe through
dented carapaces of slumlord town,
slumlord castle, slumlord diamond palace,
specks of pig fat dripping from waistlines
and sizzling on fire walks,
small moments coalescing like
balls of fluff on threadbare jumpers,
juice and pulp and sticky goo of time,
eating mangoes in the sky.