inside the car
françois and i
could see the light
coming from the
cigarette michelle
duvalier was smoking
her husband
declared president
for life looked like
a fat chauffer
sitting behind the

and i smiled

the small
procession of cars
slipping past us
in the dark

we did not know
that a few miles
away people were
already celebrating
nor could we see
the joy on the faces
of the men who ran
holding knives and
sticks to the place
where papa doc
was buried
tonight even
ghosts will die
as françois and i
walk barefoot
at the center
of port-au-prince

E. Ethelbert Miller, “Port-au-Prince,” from First Light: New and Selected Poems (Black Classic Press: 1994)
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