July 21, 2023Our Tribe
The day goes on regardless of the plight
of man. And that is right. We are the dust
that spoke, that saw the will of gods in flights
of birds, but never learned, not once, to trust
the one across the stream who held his spear
as we held ours but spoke another tongue.
We got what we deserved because our fear
matched theirs, and then we prayed and taught our young
to fear. We looked into the mirror of
their eyes and, satisfied, we died. The hate
would now go on; our kids were tough.
The mystery was gone. We knew their fate.
So let the day be gold or blue or green—
what’s true is what we’ve done and what we’ve seen.
from #80 - Summer 2023