Wailing Poem by Kyle Williams

As the wails of Junior Braithwaite's,
It hurts to be alone lacerate my soul
leaking bile that tickles my toes
and abdicates my golden crown
leaving i with such a smallness
not a measure enough to frown
but to look and stare at the curtained window,
retaining that lonesomeness.

i realize
i will never have an authentic jamaicaness.
Dark forces hem in closer,
latched on my shoulder
and the one string guitar plays solo
weeping.