Frederick Ebright

CARIBBEAN The clock in the Cathedral sounds a single solemn chime: it is the first hour of the afternoon: under a silent sky tall bearded palms are motionless in their own shadows in the blazing square and the jewel-eyed lizard with smouldering fire [...]

The Antilles gone, and the Great Bear wheeling lower under Polaris in a far blue storm of light, swinging lower in its arc with the coming of each night toward the soft flare of the Southern Cross; we, traversing invisible parallels and fabulous [...]

We are the ones on whom the cranes slipped at the docks, The ones who missed the gangplank and were ironically drowned, The ones who were lost in a blinding storm a few feet from the hut, Who died without any struggle, who perished without sound. [...]