People Poems · PHOTO-0496
Invatives/Nasives


Transcription
E Poor souls who die in that
Sleep, who ©nly become white
Post-mortum, but no mortician,
only currents Caking the
rene
chy at lease
have been forlorn,
to become
me other Place,
: E ced, Cutpriced, relegated
to the Margins, and,
buried ¢
at best,
forgotten...
The 9rama i
American Dr
Culture of diagenesis...
& just when it seemed understood,
just as the native identity
seemed set in stone,
the shrimp invaders,
the shrimpigrants,
burrowed their holes, just when
we thought we had something solid!
Writing their Spin in three dim
& like this, porous limestone
solidified forevermore, layer on layer,
until it breached the crinkling
ceiling of the seaface of the sea,
exposed and naked, embarrassed
+ perhaps, but protruding
EAInRiAgtensee; . oe
limestone kin & country sans fig leaf,
Native naive, unaware of its fate--
to be forgotten by the waking world,
Taw Carth,,
a mere pedestal;for what was to come...