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Olive Senior is a singularly original writer with a genius for re-inhabiting and recreating the...
Birdshooting season the men
make marriages with their guns
My father’s house turns macho
as from far the hunters gather
All night long contentless women
stir their brews: hot coffee
wrap pone and tie-leaf
for tomorrow’s sport. Tonight
the men drink white rum neat.
In darkness shouldering
their packs, their guns, they leave
We stand quietly on the
doorstep shivering. Little boys
longing to grow up birdhunters too
Little girls whispering:
Fly Birds Fly.
from Talking of Trees (Calabash, 1985), copyright© Olive Senior 1985, used by permission of the author.
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