Whose children are these? Who do these children belong to?
With no power to look over,
He look at them sleeping,
Exhaustion overwhelming hunger, barely
Protect with burlap from the cold
Cabin. Fear and rage make him tremble
For them; for himself, shame
That he can do no more
Than die for them
For no certain purpose. He heard
About a woman, Margaret garner,
In spite of the white folks’ silence.
How she killed two
Of hers to keep them from being taken
Back; killed herself
After the others were taken back
Anyway. So she saved
Two. He couldn’t save
His Ellen and Henry.
Who do these belong to?
He doesn’t dare kiss them
Now, but stands dreaming,
Willing these five back
To a place or forward to a time
He can’t remember or imagine.
All he can do is find the place
He knows about. Leave now
Before dawn sets the white fields glowing
And murders the North Star.