SLAVE TRADE
the drums of deepest africa
clang in the darkening city
- the muffled stacato of expectant
sleep.
the sea slaps the side of the ship
echoes pulsing through the hull
- mumbled utterings and insomniac
spasms of energy.
history and consciousness wed in the
nebulous drift
where we lay under ransom, prisoners
of neither
illusion nor reality, straddling the
fringe of our sanity.
the savage beatings and curses
and the skin strangled ribs
- the serenity of cunning nightmare.
metal clanging and the scurry of tiny
feet on the rafters
a woman moans,
flesh is born and separated
- the tap is sweating.
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