Crumbs from the table
Across the Damp Pampas we escape to the very edge,
where the whipped Atlantic lifts its southern face,
distant from the crowded shanties of Buenos Aires.
Here the prosperous promenade. Well-oiled
they adore the sun, anoint and worship each other.
As the sun tumbles they hurry back to alarmed villas,
windows barred, gates high. In day’s dimming light
they fear hunger creeping in, squirming its way
south from steamy slums. Ever alert they sense it
rustle greedy in the undergrowth.
All night boar invade the tangled shade
of pungent pine and eucalyptus. Armadillos hunker
armour-ready while parakeet and emerald parrots
bicker over rich pickings.
A version was previously published in Visual Verse, December 2018