One Moko ninja shadowed Douen footsteps

along copper trees of glass leaves

that chimed the sounds of fallen rainbows.

Some moons will sink in where the echo oscillates.

The night was bent grave upon bamboo stems

where the wind drummed fallow let

on ponds of her Cran brulee.

Some too did think it,

it’s here the echo oscillates.

This hell burns like the devil was my skin.

The bay of her back took feeling plums

with the whip of his pallid stalk peeled

as I was indebted negro tallow ground.

A negro mountain fallow landing

or night’s starry plumage

braided in my chest. And

that shame was a night made for ceremony too.

Some moons will sink in where the echo oscillates.

A feathered rain did bower flight

my kind in a vetiver botany lake,

like songs, or a callous road,

or her tears flowered with the rage of the thing

we left unknown. Till black fallow was fey,

her unnamed, died with birth.

Some too did think it.

She is where the echo oscillates.

Kwasi Shade is an Auteur Sociologist interested in representing the true myriad of Caribbean dichotomies in their stories and testing the parameters of Creole dialect vernacular. They are interested in communicating the Carnival Aesthetic.

Their poetry, short stories and drawings have appeared in Pree Lit, Moko Magazine, Enby Magazine, Tamarind, Pinkwashed zine, Prismatica, and Culturego Magazine.

They were a 2010 Trinidad and Tobago film festival Ident award recipient. In their spare time they sell pelau crackers, mango chips and RumChow. They are also known as 'A Rainy Weather' the Jab Griot, a carnival character who sings House Rapso and New Wave Kaiso.