the pressure that
didn’t kill me
didn’t squeeze me
into a diamond either

compress compress
leaving only
what is best
in all this carbon

no
what emerged eventually
was more split pea
which I planted
to but did
not grow into
gigantic beanstalk

though in
a dream I did
see myself towering
above the world
my mind
sharp and
glittering with light

looking across the postcolonial globe
wondering about the blood
of Englishmen

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