The Continent in the Coffee

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 

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