Boarding the Middle Passage
Suntanned fields tower along your breast.
Rusty gripping whips rip ripened veins.
Dancing black silhouette, shipped to the west,
In a barbed necklace of embroidered chains.
Singing in patois, you yield by wrest.
Like moribund gales your spirit wanes.
Suntanned fields tower along your breast.
Rusty gripping whips rip ripened veins.
Babe takes hold to a final tress,
and blots your heart with loved stains.
So decked in red memorial dress,
you bid farewell toward the Royal Haynes.
Where suntanned fields tower along your breast,
and rusty gripping whips rip ripened veins.
Copyright © Omesh Toolsie | Year Posted 2007
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