Golgotha is no physical location
. . . is no moral lesson to be posited to the willing and the listening.
Jesus was blood
and packeged for voyage
carried on slaveships along with 5 million hearts in holding
no blood- not one drop was spilled as they left the ivory coast
and we drank
that the unrest in our spirits
At the dock
White men, observing our supposed stupor
demanded what remained of our bloated bellies move out of his vessels
and onto auction blocks no bigger than the spirits of beasts.
what can be found here ain’t salvation
what dignity can be had in enslavement?
what humanity in de-humanizing?
what song in the chorus of screaming?
chains. . .
made legacy songs.
formed dark notes
with sinister organs
and we sang gospel roused of this filth.
it can only be seen as the grace of energies . . .
that we held some part of our spirit indigenous