Saturday, May 15, 2004
A poem, three apposite quotations, and more double standards
The stones and stumps of the desert cry within They are my sisters, brothers, kith and kin "Lifeless," some say - yet warm with age, forgiveness Deserving so much the presence of gods and Truths But their gods died trying to stop Columbus Who took their gold and maize with our compass The tree...
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