wriggle he nose, stroke my finger 'long
soft baby fat.  And Ali lean
close over me back, tease he son
with tickle and smile.  He go hover

over baby crib, dreads dangle down
in Akyem hands.  He laugh when Akyem tug,
say, "What strong boy I has.  He don't cry uncle
to no one."  But glass do break when it toss

inna dumpster.  When Akyem lift he arms
and beg now, Ali eyes full up with dark.