Count It With Numbers - Gulf of Guinea, September, 1839

Dropped anchor off the Fever Coast 
‘board a rake-masted schooner
Spooked by Ahab’s ghost. 
Lamps glowered through the yawning blanks
Casting bone-twisted shadows 
Over teakwood planks.
Salt biscuits and Jamaican rum; 
Heard the deep-throated rattle
Of the talking drum.

Count it with numbers. Say it with words...

Leaned hard against the mains’l boom. 
Strained my eyes in the blackness
Of the brackish gloom. 
Port lookout gave the counter sign;
Put our boats in the water, 
Oar blades dripping brine.
Paid tribute to the pagan chief 
In exchange for a passage
Past uncharted reefs.

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Slave dealers ruled the hidden cove 
Near a shrine to the god
Of the cassava grove. 
Made landing on the leeward shore.
Stacked our crates on the beach; 
They totaled near a score.
Trade muskets worth some eighteen head 
Pleased our hosts and they showed us
To the holding shed.

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Grey shackles made a hollow clank. 
Moved them out single file,
Guards on either flank. 
Fog greeted our return aboard.
Stashed our cargo below 
Where once the guns were stored.
Turned to and dodged a man-o-war. 
Rode that swift tidal current
Like a smuggler’s whore.

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Fair sailing till we hit the Cape, 
But we made Madagascar
Still in decent shape. 
Brisk business on the auction block
Where a Dutch merchant 
Purchased our entire stock.
He sold ‘em to the Portuguese. 
We set course for Calcutta
With the morning breeze.

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Crew mustered in the open air.  
Coins were stacked on a blanket
And I took my share. 
Two hundred stone of human freight
Brought me four Spanish dollars 
And a piece of eight.
Christ Jesus, we be ruthless men. 
Tell the god of the cassava
We’ll be back again.

Count it with numbers. Say it with words:
Guilt and compassion? Sh*t for the birds!
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September 9, 2021 at 9:34 AM
Incredibly well-written sad tale of the slave trade runners. Difficult read, but so necessary to understanding this perspective. Thanks, Michael.
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