(poem of the day) George Elliott Clarke, ‘Africadian Petition (1783)’

Africadian Petition (1783)

BY GEORGE ELLIOTT CLARKE

    The Snows is iron set in.
The times act not as it Were.
Snared in snapfrost Nofaskosha:
We’s Dis Gusted by govvermint,
Discomfotable.
    We be hauling Hardships long as pines—

George Elliott Clarke

George Elliott Clarke (Photo credit: pesbo)

All White whips which you Putting
to us here Since we be breathing
And Luvving. Goddam lashings harp
our Crimsoning hirt.
    Your Onnour verry well knose
wheather Ragerlations shell change,
shift, for our Sattersfaction.
You forgit us, so we be Nothing—
Like rain, Sobbing over water.
    Is there any Nourishmen,
such as Oat meal Molassis
or Shuggar,
a Littl Wine and Speerits
to Heet our Harts?
    Is there Sum Sope
to scour up
your Cownsil’s muddying Lyes?

“Africadian Petition (1783)” by George Elliot Clarke, from Blue, copyright © 2001 by George Elliot Clarke. Reprinted with the permission of Polestar. Polestar is an imprint of Raincoast Books, http://www.raincoast.com.

Source: Blue (Rain Coast Books, 2001)

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