From my forthcoming collection “On Square Routes”:
The Continent in the Coffee
I pressed the plunger down that morning
Into half a litre of diluted finest Italian ground beans
Imported from Brazil, Asia…and Africa
I felt the pressure alright
And suddenly it appeared
A dark continent surrounded by an ocean of froth
A one-off big bang event, one in a million
That not even a hundred men or more could ever do
Primeval steam rising from the surface
A dark liquid almost literally descending a mountain
From Atlas to Table
And ending up on my kitchen table
From Algeria to Zimbabwe
The continent where human life began enclosed within a cup
I’ll bless the rains down there
The Dreaming Armadillo 