Upon Their Backs
the sea does not
reveal
sin sinks 'neath the
teal waves
the deep cannot be
fathomed or reached
how grand the ship
upon the vast ocean
the motion of freedom
captive to the tides
abiding in the whim
of the wind
tales are told
bold journeys fraught
with peril
wrought with danger
brave ventures--
flight from censure
perhaps
or simply flight
to seek the stars
they do dance
on the waves
If you sail far enough into the night, the sky and the sea become one and envelop all within ... stars are no longer there, they are everywhere ... the moon is seen and the moon sees ... but a slave is still a slave and chains are earthbound without mystery ... moans haunt the reverie of righteousness ... wrong is wrong ...
poetry is pretty
There were Pilgrims here when the first slave ships arrived. They thought nothing of it. After all, it was tea time and the slaves seemed well versed in the intricacies of serving tea. Indeed, domesticity seemed inbred.
And, when the candles were snuffed, they served a more carnal purpose among the lightly starched linens they had laundered to perfection that very day.
Lady Liberty
an image of a slave
herald's freedom
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