Blenheim Reject

A minority in a small town is
like sipping tea with salt
They will Spit, wipe,
Until taste disappears
And depart town

So, When that woman
Put a knife to the pilot’s
Head on the plane, she still had that
salty taste in her mouth

The old Ethiopian man
Who had skin creased like
Next morning sheets
Put his hands over his face
In disbelief or relief

The old Djiboutian women
Who was lost in her dreams
ever since her daughter married
Her Napier lover, lowered her head
In shock or shame

The young Eritrean man
Hoping it wasn’t one of his
Cousins or did he.