The roads of St. Lucia
are mostly narrow and precarious

Trucks careening inches from cliff edge
chickens and children clinging
to the wooden sides

Car horns doeplering their nearness
to a blind curve
where one must cede
or both will crash

Slow speeds
and quick reflexes
scare the island food
out of tourists
but keep the locals safe

Close to the beach on the Caribbean side
people from away, in their wisdom
and generosity have build five miles
of well-marked, well-paved
perfectly straight road

Where you can drive sixty
and the drivers of St. Lucia now
quickly kill themselves and others