UBALDIMIR GUERRA
“Yes, ih gawn, gawn foreva in a promis land”
Mr. Wilfred Peters
The voice of the king of boom
and chime, Mista Peetaz, booms
from the parched throats of his
Kriol ancestor geniuses, who sang
journey songs of booming, becoming,
blasting, rattling coming from dense
forests of logwoods
burning a painful passage of
songs played in the lining of
accordion stomach
a brukdown bubbling in
acid reflux, stirring up
melodies of mahogany cutters
sweating and breaking steel
in their creation of
dangerous
rhythms of ringing dingaling bells,
swinging windbox reeds,
knocking and scratching
donkey jawbones, mallet
booming drum, and chiming
dancing bodies in interior camps
of mahogany forests.