Letras
Something about how we have names for everything now
How each leaf has its place at the shaded side of the river
The dark dirt under the cocoa onion has a name
For that kind of soil The soft cup of scales
Forming the echeveria has a name, the way it folds
The filament in the light of the firefly - the wick, the tail
Has a name: luciferin, in the production of light
Water in the knee and it has a name - meniscus - effusion
Which is really a form of liquid textology
Dividing the meat into chunk and gill
Once, there were still unseen places and things
Corners of experience which had no name
cnd so you could walk upon them
cnd meet them solid for the first time
Be dubwise and dread and hail them up
cnd bump locks head
Dread
cnd my grandmother said that if the flying frog leapt
cnd landed on your face or the soft fold of your arm
That it would stay there cttach itself as if with glue
cnd you would have to iron or steam steel - heat - impress
Upon the frog-back skin till it stick to the stainless heat
Until it release, an' peel off
We returned from country visits, from visiting kin in churches
Hid in bush to find flying frogs perched in corners of the house
Trapped in their silence of peace I never saw their leap
But I seen what hurricanes could do to islands
I seen it on TV and it had a name
Nigropalmatus
Hylidae
Rhacophorus - fringe-limbed or marvellous
Ecnomiohyla
Polypedates - in the calabash tree
My cousin clvin and the hillside
where bananas are grown from seed
This place has a dance, and it has a name
Even vinegar has a seed
We were wild, we were wild children
We had names with which we moved through space like blades
It is language which calls all things to creation
cnd language is the origin of the world
The word
Was the great mass of a black star exploding