Hooves On Roofs
for Sonia Isaacs

pissed off at me
asking for money

thought her words tongue ’n cheek
but telling me off without smiling a squeak

streak of lightning instead
she desires to strike

a writer a beggar in Bahama Land
her implication is
I should have more pride
but words are without worth here
word art, literary arts

should I head for Canada
Australia or England
dignity to restore

leave this archipelago
a little less rich
a little poorer for words

try to live artistically pure
and poor poor poor
until the purple sun
covers the land

until words have worth
and manna falls like hoarfrost
upon house tops


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
6:15 a.m. 25/may/07