In Fort Dauphin, Madagascar by Gino Sabatini

Pirogues with burlap-made sails
carry fishermen back to port over
walls of water that forever
beat on the bow of the Wellborn
lying at the bottom of the middle of the bay.

The wind blows consistently in Fort Dauphin:
shipwrecks on shore lie like victims
all the way to Evatra
the beach is trashed and crushed.

In Fort Dauphin everything is old, broken, or rusted
including the men, the women, and especially
the young children.

It’s Sunday in Fort Dauphin… and the only thing you can count on
is the wind, strong wind.

6 Responses to “In Fort Dauphin, Madagascar by Gino Sabatini”

  1. Gino is a sometimes employed environmental consultant who writes poetry, short stories, and screenplays.
    His work has appeared in Black Heart Magazine, Zygote in my Coffee, and other cloudzines.

  2. Awesome, especially the line about the children

  3. this is a lovely and powerful poem, straight to the heart of reality and the beauty and suffering of life. thank you…

  4. Michelle Says:

    The first stanza’s rhythm is analogous to that of the wind… and this literary decision forces the reader slow down and feel the harsh environment.
    I agree with Emma- your description that ‘especially’ before children infers that even the presence of children cannot create an environment that is vital and energetic. I also begs the question “Why are the children (compared to the adults) especially targeted by the force of the wind?”
    I have always enjoyed your poems, Gino, as they are ugly and beautiful at the same time. As John Keats reminds us in “Ode to A Grecian Urn,” beauty is truth, and truth beauty… that is all we know on Earth, and all we need to know.

  5. Monique Says:

    Yes, very powerful, I was forced to read it again and take it in. Touching, harsh, quiet, barren, and simple. I enjoyed it very much 😉

  6. Very Stirring!
    I felt I was there and seeing the harsh reality with my own eyes.

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