Guest Poem by Cyril Dabydeen

Cyril Dabydeen is Ottawa Poet Laureate Emeritus, short story writer, novelist, and anthologist. His books include: My Undiscovered Country/Stories, God’s Spider, My Multi-Ethnic Friends/Stories, and Imaginary Origins: Selected Poems. His novel, Drums of My Flesh, is a Guyana Prize-winner, and nominee for the IMPAC Dublin Literary Prize. Cyril’s work has appeared in numerous literary anthologies, e.g, Poetry (Chicago), The Critical Quarterly, Canadian Literature, and in Oxford, Penguin, and Heinemann volumes. He taught Writing at the University of Ottawa for many years. This poem is from Acumen 109.

Last Inhabitant Left on Earth

Give me one place only –
one area the size of America
too large to fathom where I will
make myself known asking for
more space a fortress where to
build upon and declaring myself
to you without animosity.

What’s left on earth not
looking backward, only forward –-
challenging you and being
challenged in one place or time,
familiarly drawn far away,
but how far really –
I don’t know.

What I will conform to
each passing day and night
with anonymity telling you
with a loud voice standing on
firm ground and being here,
declaring myself to you,
solemnly to no other.