We were slammed
up against
the wall the
night
we voyaged to
Haiti
and other ironic
lands
where zombies
splashed their
white hips
of coconut.
Frail dictators
slept
in rough hammocks
suspended
by rainbow spider
webs.
We peeled
ourselves from the wall.
Had a look
at the landscape,
the horizon was
ours
again.
We watched
heavy black
clouds
herding angels
across a field
of sulfur.
