Song of the Warrior

Carnal is this thirst of mine
for the knowledge you conceal
deep within your forest.

I hear your call and come
and I am all things
discoverer, cartographer, lover.

Weary with want
belittled by your beauty
I am
an amerindian
praising the gods that made the deep
blue caribbean come rockpools
into whick i will gaze
enthralled for a lifetime
by the pound of desire I hear echoing
along the virgin desolate shoreline.

I must stake my claim
climb up and between
the mountains of your mind
and cultivate my crops
before the coming
of white sails…
before your plundering
by buccanners,
white gods and
your exploitation…

before pink dawn breaks
on a new age and I
am banished
and taboo,
a shameful reminder
of the
distant primative past.

Candyce Kelshall