Salem Sonnet’s Escape, a poem from Stealing Color, a novel

Salem Sonnet’s Escape
(by Austin Gray)

Liberty’s fine sense of contemplation heals
a rush to kill innocent victims of our fear,
without knowing a ghost of how it feels,
when a dunk chair drowns two sisters dear.

Women own no land within Salem fields—
only oldest boys with Brahmin hands touch
parchment that rare, and merchant ships yield
only black-skin molasses to profit that much.

When candle flickers reveal eyes of love
that darkness could never hide from ears,
our Gods reach us with lights from above
to defeat vain promoters of doubt and fear.

So, send us storms and lightning most dreadful,
we will always dance songs of love most joyful.

(Photo by Anne Abrams) 


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