Salt Air
Salt air
brings tears
Remembering ancestors
Long ago
on slave ships
Lying
in deep dark holes.
Air thick and heavy.
Laboring
for one clean breath.
Waves churning
up and down, up and down.
Stale food and rotten fruit
for nourishment.
Death
a common friend.
Freeing the soul
from the tortures grip.
Some survive
to meet the whip.
In new lands,
far, far away.