Saline water supports the elegant weight of floating
ripe mangoes. We peel the green skin with our socialist teeth
and our manners take a vacation as we give in to the savagery.
We toss the pits into the sea with lazy underhanded throws,
aiming at the horizon which cants to the right, sloping away
like a rib cage. To see the rise and fall of the waves, the heaving
chest of the sea, the way it washes the yellow juices clean and
leaves us jostled in its wake; some may call this paradise,
and if this is the end of the world then we welcome you here today.
