Sleeping with Tomatoes
From the archives (10/20/2014):
Sleeping with Tomatoes
by Wong May
I who won't look at tomatoes
Now can't look past tomatoes.
Tomatoes that taste of nothing much.
Now I say beware of tomatoes,
Those that taste
Of anything
At all.
58 Chinese 'nationals' breathed
Their last with packed tomatoes
In a sealed van from Zeebrugge
to Dover.
You think in the dark the tomatoes
would administer
Oxygen — nothing much
To ask, in the dark.
58 in a van on a ferry
Travelled for better living conditions
"Dying to come abroad",
With tomatoes for company —
Brilliant!
Until the driver, amps up the radio —
Like a closet-smoker
Tunes out the air-vent.
It's still 6 hours to Dover.
He needs sit back in the lounge, kill time.
When the sealed van opened
The living piled out
The living were tomatoes,
& the dead too.
700 crates, rank
by serried rank,
befalls
The awful lot of Man.
58 thought they arrived
in the United Kingdom.
They don't travel well,
The Chinese,
Without refrigeration.
They were deported
(The bodies,
With refrigeration)
In a fish van.
To be fair
It isn't so long ago
They were burning people.
Now they deport bodies,
& burn furniture.
It took
Just a few dead Latvians
behind bed-boards
On another P&O;
In Dover they burnt the Ikea flat-packs
for two days.
Burn furniture by all means!
Spare the van.
The van has a future.
Now your tomatoes may
taste Zambian, Romanian
of of the Kurds
With a hint of coriander
& star-anise
: Chinese, as the case may be,
Grill them
They know where the rest are heading
Or hiding.
Trust them
After this Extra/Extra-ordinary Rendition
Trust them
to give just what you want
You who won't look at tomatoes twice
See how they come, these
Moulded like chairs
Red/'wiped clean' factory plastic,
As near odourless
In closed vans
the long haul, by sea
& land, self replicating
These shall inherit your kitchen,
Grill them as they come
Trust me
They are no different
Swipe them
For the same difference
& you who couldn't even begin to hear/to see
Stand by tomatoes you couldn't now hide
or abide.
I don't pretend it's either human
&/or common.
Just add flames,
(No added sugar)
These know your coming hither
Even as your going hence.
Trust them
Trust us
in time to taste of nothing again.
Reprinted by permission of the publisher, "Sleeping with Tomatoes" appears in Picasso's Tears by Wong May (USA: Octopus Books, 2014).