Listening to Luciano in the mourning
At the Khaya Corner
Selling fruit&veg with a passion
Fi Red
Poetry at the corner
Taxis hooting, mountains rising
From the seers I heard
Your passing, now dread
Hustling with a passion for writing
Poetry for the passengers flying
At past-five one of dem I
In the afternoon
Heard of your passing by accident
Now dread not dead
The sea mountain rising
Poetry ‘pun de hill
On de highway
Energy bound ‘pun dem crimson
Moon red
Sitting-setting on the high noon
Now dread not dead