Isso Wade

Among the  green,
the little cement blocks,

magnificent  canons

ancient and heroic 

is a token of remembrance 

of peace and war.
And among them 

are some umbrellas,
some cracked tables fixed together

and vendors

under the steaming sun

disturbed by tears

rolling down the galle face sand

seated with trays

full of newly fried isso wade 

scrummy and drooling

on market days .

oh wait!

even the Sundays

there's no leave ,
no leave for isso wade 

that tummies gulp in joy
one after another

to the tempting winds

that galle face squalls

and I hear

a little less far away

someone mimicking -

"kamuda isso wade?"