St Helena, Tristan Da Cunha & Ascension Island

“six years later rain

was still filling the
streets of his city
men to whom he
had restored pride
with broom handles
in their hands swept
the gutters of paris
they still dreamed his
name asking each other
& to the waves of his
exile he asked it too
why the human sea
no longer reached to
his shore.”

–George Wallace, ‘St Helena’, (Jacket)