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Fools gold
 
The Indian never found gold
On these islands
But his back was broken
His daughters raped
His sons taken to the house of cane knife truths and blood sweat
And still he refused to go home.

She is the child of brown women past and men gifting
A burden that is her salvation.
Paving the way
In a line of women weaving leaves
And baking love on cast iron Tawas
In clay pots of dried blood
And flesh bones
Of men loving and dying in brown dreams and green fields
Gold coins around their necks
Bathing and drowning at once

A woman I was once
Died
So that I could be born
Sun dried mangoes and gin
With the sunrise
An offering to the un-named God outside the window
To steal life from Indian hemp
I never met her
But I am proof she was old.

(c) CFKOYA/August 13, 2005.
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