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Blue
Africans in the hold fold themselves
to make room for hope.
In the afternoon’s
ferocity, tar, grouting the planks like the glue
of family, melts to the run of a child’s licorice stick.


Wet decks crack, testing the wood’s mettle.

Distilled from evaporating brine, salt
dusts the floor, tickling with the measure
into time and the thirst trapped below.



II

The captain’s new cargo of Igbos disturbs him.

They stand, computing the swim back to land.

Haitians still say: Igbo pend’c or’ a ya!
But we do not hang ourselves in cowardice.



III

Sold six times on the journey to the coast,
once for a gun, then cloth, then iron
manilas, her pride was masticated like husks
of chewing sticks, spat from morning-rank mouths.


Breaking loose, edge of handcuffs held high
like the blade of a vengeful axe, she runs
across the salt scratch of deck,
pain deeper than the blue inside a flame.



IV

The sound, like the break of bone
could have been the Captain’s skull
or the musket shot dropping her
over the side, her chains wrapped
around his neck in dance.
Written by: Chris Abani

Book: Reflection on the Important Things