In their distorting internal mirrors,
the battered and in pain
become the dragons mauling them.

That was a pretty roundabout answer to what
I would have to say
was one of the more straightforward of my questions.

Another feast day, and the bells are ringing.
The bells are ringing, and not more
than a handful of versts from here,

As soon as he realized he was lost, that
in kicking around his new job in his head,
the new people he'd met, and how

Unless understood the right way, saying Brathwaite was a Caribbean and West Indian writer obscures something crucial about him as a person and an artist.