Lorna Goodison: Four Poems
from the deck, makes me call you to run come from
front gate to the sea side to watch this great token
made manifest in the glassy March sea.
I kneel down on these rocks astonished at the sight
of Jonah’s container that carried him against his will
to warn people he thought less worthy than a hurry-
come-up castor oil tree.
when a pack of marauding orcas came wilding.
I bawled out Your name and pleaded the blood
and the gangster orcas plunged.
III
A crepe draped empty coffin out on to the waves.