Black River
The hills their belly bleeding brim the flood
Of the Black River with red bauxite mud
And from the crowded bickering bridge I
Faced a silt churning denundated sea
And familiar rouged face of evening sky
That in boyhood dear as father to me
Kept father's memory and how he sprang
Poetry from this very bridge, shackled me
To sense of feelings while the waters bang
In turmoil, where river meets salt of sea.
Black River, bay lonely as evening sky
Desolate of ships and rich logwood dye
Slave and sugar separated by time
And still in hope a place bare and sublime
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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