The black night is silent
The smoke of the burning trails acrid in the air
Dogs and sure they're cute
Sure they look as all dogs do
But there's an otherness here
The white white sand
So whitened in pictures is as black as volcanoes
And the shore laps our feet in mud
The rich colours of smiles
White tiger teeth glowing through
Grit and poverty
Walls of broken rocks speak
Of attempts at something unwanted
The earth and air speaks of a reluctance
Waiters purse there large brown lips
Girls cast their eyes out out across the sea
Somewhere that is the loneliest and untouched of islands
Somewhere in there families memory
There are few street here
There is little
So little sound and yet
Sitting on the patios below the banana leaf roof
Feels like rebellion
feels like some ancient war might begin
So silent the start of a battle
The edge of the knife
But the waters continues to lap gently
And all remains hidden and cheated
In the moist air of the night
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