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19.viii.22
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we who were abandoned here
for ghost writing
after
Frost
set innocent adrift
marooned
so that in later wars we’d
victim
far and far away
possessed of assumption
we, of the unbelong
and often dog beneath
not of this place
nor of any
we of the words
others go under
inheritors of a theft
and had no home
(all of this given
not theirs to give)
picture the animals gone
forest down for smoke and
shovel
we who were sent
who left
who sprung up like the weeds
we are
of the time before treaty
tread eggshells now
still sing the bliss pageant
we who believed it was kings
and queens
up on hind legs if taken to
task
we who come from the big
pretend
prosper all that was stolen
to us
dig and tax and ship away
we are a big success
we are from the lie
spare a thought
these dysphorics
we know no place
we are of none
we made the map therefore
kept a paper compass once
how over the hills we’d be
free
have never been quite right
in the heart
we, for whom all this taking
was
it’s we who’ll make amends
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