By Nicholas Alexander:
We are the body politic,
the ones who walk the city’s streets
in search of salvation and home.
We crowd the buses to heaven
hoping that some illiterate preacher
will teach us the meaning of life;
thinking that somehow meaning
will unfold from nonsense
like truth from lies.
That something will emerge
from nothing like genesis.
That new beginnings will commence
from old ceaseless ends.
And so, we rush by each other
on the streets, daily going to and from
places of work and the ones we call home,
unaware that salvation is
our own dependence on each other.
Apart from teaching English and philosophy, Nicholas Damion Alexander is a renown poet whose works have been published in numerous publications including, The Sunday Gleaner, The Sunday Observer, Caribbean Voice magazine, Small Axe: sx salon, Tongues of the Ocean, Poets against War, The Cartier Street Review, Auckland Poetry, The Black Collegian, Angelfire, Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge, Eos, Truml, Poemhunter, The First Cut and the ‘Calabash’ anthology. In 2008 he was awarded a fellowship with Calabash International Writers’ Workshop and most recently, in 2011, he was featured on e-Buffet’s online magazine: “Postcards from the people of Earth” and in Squid Inc(UK).