Some more meditations about circum-Altantic slavery.
Flesh culled from the bowl,
the bowl pressed from both sides,
till its shape becomes a Nazi’s hat,
upturned,
no Jews,
just Blacks,
no – Slaves,
no – Niggers,
no,
dead folk.
Toss them overboard,
for the fish in the bowl.
Insurance money,
check.
Food in the bowl.
Gone too long,
Many faces forgotten,
names erased,
never recorded,
reverse logged,
memories receding,
quickly,
faster,
ferris-wheel-out-of-control-fast.
Everyone dead,
throats crushed,
water-gnash-larynx,
no more
laughter,
drifting away,
too long.
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