Slow Dance with Trip Wire

by Camille Rankine

selected by Cornelius Eady

History

 
Our stone wall was built by slaves and my bones, my bones
are paid for.  We have two

of everything, twice heavy
in our pockets, warming
our two big hands.

This is the story, as I know it.  One morning:
the ships came, as foretold, and death
pearl-handled, almost

and completely.
How cheap a date I turned out to be.

Each finger weak with the memory:
lost teeth, regret.  Our ghosts
walk the shoulders of the road at night.
I get the feeling you've been lying to me.

 

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