Salient Slavery
This red brick renaissance rocks and pitches
Our selves swell as the tempest of our discontent grows
The throaty bellow of a spider’s steps
Presses shadows into the surfaces of our minds.
Fingers crack the sun-streaked sky,
With swollen knuckles tight – reaching and longing for liberty
Pain stabs like a slaver’s whip
Deep harsh edges burn through its flesh.
Blood-red bodies billow forth
Fragile spines arched in unwilling acquiescence
Dreams die – choking and sputtering
Drowning in torrid tornadoes of foam and anguish
Blue mountaintops blur against this brimming skyline,
Beckoning, calling, causing the human to ache for relief
Silence serves up a frozen melody
Echoing the cries of a far-forgotten world.
original: 1.2011
latest: 2.2011
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