Arrival Poem by Rue Palmer

Arrival

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When I come and ask that same intimate question,
Don't tell me dis and dat bout John and Dora, or
bout them foreign high bug.
Dem nuh come from rock.
Like brick we bend and burn.

This is not Satan's kingdom.
The justices we have are the fraction of the struggle,
but tonight when I come, give me no wild talk that
will erase my memory.

Tonight when the moon sits low
and darken the shadow of the rock down here;
I will stand willing to execute the deep
feeling of frustration.

So when I arrive,
give no wild talk
for my bones have melted and my arrival is cold.
Dem nuh come from rock;
like brick we bend and burn.

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yes this is the life coming home to your wife looking for some good sex love and the relaxation of a home, , most times that is not to be, , ,
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