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the smell of go(l)d

                   
Psalms 2:8:            
"Ask of me, and I shall give thee, the heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession."          
         
they are brown                  
with no clothes                  
the water is blue                  
they give us                    
green parrots                  
                   
with fifty men,                    
god and guns                    
brown is red                  
in the blue water                  
                   
one parrot survives               
caged              
       
repeating catechisms                  
                   
__________________________                  
                   
we are bulls                  
with iron horns                  
branded by the cross                  
hungry for the smell                  
of  gold                    
                   
they are brown                  
in feathers and robes                  
they give us                  
jaguars and hummingbirds                  
condors and bats                  
bees and alligator teeth                  
butterflies and severed heads                    
                   
the gold sun                    
and the crystal moon                  
                   
drink volcano blood                 
and pray for us to go                
                   
we stay                  
to praise them                    
with crossbows                  
mounted swords                  
and silver mines                    
                   
__________________________               
                   
the fathers are broken                  
to bend the mountains                  
to  reward                  
                   
the mothers are bent                  
to break the dirt to bud                    
                   
the milk dries until            
babies cry and            
are held under water            
to save them                    
                   
_________________________                  
                   
                   
we are lions                  
with white sail wings                  
fire sticks and pikes                  
hungry for the smell                  
of  gold                    
                   
they are brown                  
and watch us                     
starve in  winter                  
eat boots and        
the frozen flesh      
of the dead                
                   
or run from christ                  
to join their fire belly          
wigwam feast            
         
__________________________          
         
we do not find          
the leaves hiding          
in the trees          
until they fall          
to gather corn          
         
we burn them yellow         
and bleed them red         
with iron and fire          
         
100 moons of burning          
and bleeding
         
a smoldering          
prayer          
         
to the god of love          
         
         
                 
 
Written by 0913338 (Semaj)
Published | Edited 27th Aug 2019
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