Off Broad and Chalmers
human beings cooped
in dank and dark cells
on the block
had a pittance of respite
bright Charleston daylight
elbow room
touch of sea breeze
sound of birds chirping in a tree
and the sing-song voice of an auctioneer
extolling them to the crowd
before they were sold.
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