The Beneficent Influence of Cane Fields
When we flew in, screaming over the red dirt cane-roads,
I held fast to my envy of her whom all angels would loathe
For her lust, if they knew her, if there are angels,
And came quietly down with it safe in my body.
Afterwards, part way up the big mountain
I buried it covertly under the sugar
And later went swimming hard with a man, and purely,
In a wide irrigation ditch that was lined with stones.