Two golden mangoes bobbing for breastplates

Aug 11, 2020 | Predicates and commas and whatnot

Hector Mannix, waterworks clerk, San Juan, has entered a lion,
Boysie, two golden mangoes bobbing for breastplates, barges
like Cleopatra down her river, making style.
“Join us,” they shout. “Oh God, child, you can’t dance?”
But somewhere in that whirlwind’s radiance
a child, rigged like a bat, collapses, sobbing.

…from “Mass Man,” in Derek Walcott‘s The Gulf and Other Poems.