A Poem for National Poetry Day


We made you on red fire whisky

and Newcastle Brown ale.

We made you with overproof rum

and golden parmos.

We made you with the cool Afro jazz of the desert shabeens

and the ruckus of Irish pubs.

We made you with snow-covered Ayresome Park nights,

yelling at referees from the terraces

and the sweet samba of Juninho’s goals.

We made you,

your mother and me

with our own sugar cane dance, our own makossa.

We made you with love.

Whatever others may call you,

the name we gave you

means ‘the best of both worlds’

in the language of the heart.