| InterBoard Poetry Competition | |
THE GRIOT OF GUANTANAMO BAY
Christopher T. George
(Desert Moon Review)
By ember-light in an acacia clearing, she hums
an Afro-Cuban lullaby as faces watch in shadow:
blood red Caribs, Conquistadors, Communistas.
Dawn at Gitmo: a parched crescent is lapped by
Caribbean blue; skin-tearing cactus, two rows
of chain-link garnished with razor wire.
No longer just sailor accents of Flatbush or
Biloxi, liquid Spanish of Havana or San Juan;
now the guttural of Kabul, Beirut, Teheran,
of captives in prison orange in wire cages.
She claps in time to gourd rattle, calfskin
drum. Shes a news-bringer, praise-singer,
carrying scars for her murdered son.
Ghost guerillas move in the shadows;
chamber click, snake hiss, panther snarl.
Patiently, the griot blows on the embers,
to illumine the future. Underbrush rustles.
A spirit conflagration sets fire to the night
Judge Alex Lemons comments: I was immediately taken by this poems first line and read it over and over because of its superb precision. I love how the music here enhances the poems loneliness (the mantra-like mini-lists and hard sounds) but works with such melancholic-clarity that it doesnt become a march; that, in the ember-light and humming, the only possible future this poem allows the griot (or reader for that matter) to see is that of us sculpting away at our own hearts.

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