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A Poem: Necessity

They cannot in good conscience say
that I live above my means
who sucked a mango’s breast

for sustenance behind King George’s back
at Long Ground where pick pitata broke my fast
as gourmet food and rich repast;

at Long Ground where cotton prickles
pierced my skin like penance
to clothe the motherland in industry.

Why resurrect the jumbee of Clare Short
to shake a dirty frock tail in our face
like another dunce to history?

Who wants to linger in a wintry nest
of lean and stinging fire ants
one moment longer than we must.

Howard A Fergus

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They cannot in good conscience say
that I live above my means
who sucked a mango’s breast

for sustenance behind King George’s back
at Long Ground where pick pitata broke my fast
as gourmet food and rich repast;

at Long Ground where cotton prickles
pierced my skin like penance
to clothe the motherland in industry.

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Why resurrect the jumbee of Clare Short
to shake a dirty frock tail in our face
like another dunce to history?

Who wants to linger in a wintry nest
of lean and stinging fire ants
one moment longer than we must.

Howard A Fergus