HISTORY
03.23.19
i come from all the world
from all people
from the magic of the past
and the fury of the present
from happiness
and liberty
daughter of a carpenter and love
having little regard for those
living at the ribs of history
eating crumbs of someone elses’ bread
hiding prudence’s name
or appropriating alien experience
boss maintains of the salves’ search for prestige
perhaps it’s me that fogs this light
missing those mountains
dead men raising flags
to feel more alive