First Friend

Poem by Steve Day

Enslaved people cutting sugar, Antigue 1823

Fox by name, George by birth,
elevated to silent spokesman caught
in the fault line of a civil war.
Let us live simply, a postscript Penn
of beatitudes maintaining a
silence towards slavery louder than
fear of a good-god inhabiting
the crucible colours hung on Calvary.

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