A poem I wrote in 2017 at a very obvious point in time. Didn't think I'd be revisiting it almost ten years later. An unfortunate time capsule that feels too relevant to the present.
How. A greeting gesture. Native Americans meeting Europeans and then later cowboys on television. Right palm facing towards another. No weapons. Peace. How.
True and exhausting. Well-defined
this is superb
haunting with
the grief
the horror
of this
I'm wondering the same thing. Thank you for getting to the heart of it.
How. A greeting gesture. Native Americans meeting Europeans and then later cowboys on television. Right palm facing towards another. No weapons. Peace. How.