I get on
the racket bus,
and see one empty seat
next to a burlap-face
in a cage.
Next to it I sit on wet mango peels!
then spin
to say
“Who set this?
Who’s laughing at my misfortune?”

I accuse
with my eyes
a baby goat
on the seat behind me.
I glare, he just sleeps goat.

No one on this bus
awake, no animals, no people.
Some damn racket bus!

To the back, shag goat sleeps.
To the front, the driver sleeps.

I want to steal a wallet, but see
the mongoose has none.

I walk home.

    —Translated from the Creole by Howard Norman