Spoken Word: Fort Ghaut

From Gage's Soufriere you carved your way downhill. Through the valley, Webbs its extension. Ryner's Village at will. Feeding livestock, aided by running gutters and streams

Spoken Word: Fort Ghaut

From Gage's Soufriere you carved your way downhill. Fort Ghaut why you run? Controlling the land from Gage's Soufriere to town. You were the one in control when it rained

From Gage's Soufriere you carved your way downhill
Through the valley, Webbs its extension, Ryner's Village at will
Feeding livestock, aided by running gutters and streams
Your might on display; you replenish and you recreate by means
Controlled by walls on both sides to protect Plymouth City
Topography displayed from prior erosion you had no pity
George and Harney Street villages were in your cross hairs
Engineers designed and built the wall that quelled fear

Fort Ghaut why you run
Controlling the land from Gage's Soufriere to tung
You were the one in control when it rained
Scared villagers, renovate, lives lost as you drain
Offering adventure buried treasure and space to play
Hid many secrets, aide employment in ways
Stone throwing arena ghetto hideout
Crude bathroom, short cut, pleasure bouts
Now the volcano filled your core, you divert
Crossing Dagenham to Church Road you are a flirt

Walls the length of George Street and beyond built
Your carved gorges transferring rock, sand, and fill
A fortified bridge that linked the island with manageability
Nullified your danger of urban living, a gateway with stability
Your presence physically divided the island though small in size
The volcano's force got your might and strength neutralized
Your spill by every means aided the destruction of Plymouth
Thanks for your tolerance in giving courage you behemoth

Walls reinforced, rocks packed, engineered for control
Irregular, the pyroclastic flow wasn't your evening stroll
Your filled cavity overflowing erased the presence of yesterday
The soil washed, rinsed, solar dried as the Caribbean's sun play
Buried homes, churches, markets, schools, even a prison
Your job was cancelled, now you are transferring for a reason
Security lulled us complacent, your danger was overlooked
Volcano highlight your posture, reality that's what it took.


Note: William "Bubbles" Galloway is a Spoken Word Contributor with MNI Alive Media