after by Kamau Brathwaite

So what if we queers die?

And I am here

in commune with the seas

my curios stem from cashee,

breadfruit and jackfish, a feast

I am the sea unending, rhythmic, fearless…

Amazona guildingii shrieks for you,

and your half-written sinuous chapters,

they are to remain unfinished.

This is one tragedy of the Caribbean queer.