Baskets of Sand and Coral
BASKETS OF SAND AND CORAL
Here on my roof on Eastern pillows spread
I watch the “slaves” unload the dhows-
Strong black men with bulging biceps,
Carrying baskets of sand and coral on their heads.
In monotonous repetition they trudge,
From ship to sea wall, from wall to shore,
Each a vital link of their conveyor belt,
As their forefathers have been in ages past,
Passing baskets of sand and coral on their heads.
Copyright © Joe Miano | Year Posted 2020
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