Pato Fish Poem by Tony Adah

The state housing estate
Is a sprawling residence of yesterday
Its houses are old
Some sold out to money bags
And wearing looks quinescent of a new wife
Others in old wears
Stood in tatters like a mad man.

Here at one end is Pato fish
And Pato fish is a relish
Of grilled fish peppered with onions and cabbages
To drive down Carla Rossi, carlum, muzik, isenbeck
Star beer.Goldberg, guilder and harp lager
In this place there's no tiredness or nuptial nagging
There's just fish wine, beer and fun.

Pato fish is a serenade
Where itinerant guitarists
Of dreadlocks and otherwise
Converge to sooth the soul
Of the partakers in this shrine.
It smells good
The boys and girls
Scurry up and down
Delivering cellophane wrap of chops.