LIKE A FIRE BELL IN THE NIGHT


‘It is an article of faith that knowledge of the past is a key to understanding the present.’
The Peculiar Institution: Slavery in the Ante-Bellum South Kenneth M. Stampp

 

While the patrols inflamed the sudden sky
with bodies charred beyond race, runaways,
still green from the deep forests of Guinea,
crossed Georgia’s strange, red earth then the barrens,
where pines sighed like ancestral ghosts, and swamps,
where vipers lisped in honeysuckle,
to reach the shore and walk home through the sea –
whose waters, as they drowned, boomed like drums.

That aged schooner, the ‘Human Shame’ – out of
Liverpool, Lagos, New Orleans,
Baltimore, Ferguson… – is anchoring
with a clatter of chains.

 

 

 

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  1. #1 by John Chapman - June 20th, 2015 at 16:55

    The ever present ebb and flow of humans across our planet through religion or greed or just out of hunger and the need for a place to be.

  2. #2 by John Huddart - June 22nd, 2015 at 15:48

    David evokes the modern parallel with modern refugees from Africa impelled by different evils. And still ‘the waters boom like drums’…

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