Sao Jose Paquette Africa
Sao Jose Paquette Africa
Sounds delicious in the mouth
But it was a slaveship!
Packed like sardines
Flesh to flesh,
our kindred spirits
On a tortuous turbulent ride
Mounting seas howling
As if to drown the voices
That ride on wings of ancestral winds
Within the whirlwinds
We catch breaths of hope
Against hope
That we do not touch
The floors of roaring seas!