i can't take full credit for this poem. i had written the poem back in the 90s, but could never finish it, after watching "chaka zulu". it was the scene where chaka left for america... a very powerful scene. then a few years ago, i read a poem by ainsley burrows about the same scenario as the one in my piece, and i thought the last line--a one word line--was just so profound... it gave me the perfect finish. So that said: helpless remembering that day how the beams of the sun blistered my already bruised, beaten, bloodied back silent tears loudly attack, saying help me the heat scorched my lungs but froze my feet my love my one my firstborn son sent me forever scanning crowded streets for those familiar eyes thought i saw you-- but no: my heart lies perhaps we will meet again in this life or the next but i vow that while my heart still longs my soul is strong enough to look and see i'll lift prayers that you and me will soon be free to the ends of God's green earth i'll walk with these tired, aching feet searching, til my blood runs cold remembering and regretting that i did nothing the day i saw my son at the auction block: SOLD.