Literary arts

Whose land do we stand on, legacies erased?

Aho, can we heal this reality

as philanthropy claims new legacies?

A sleepwalking sector—

moving at a glacier pace

Theres still a 7-eleven on almost every corner

The parking lot of Chubby’s is still a popular hang out for angry pigeons

And at night under the beam of the full moon and the crackling buzz of the street signs along federal

The tumbleweeds rustle unbothered, and Denver is still the Wild West

All the world is one, like an angry deity’s essence dropped in

the ocean

becoming monstrous: what happens Mumbai happens Paris

What happens Vicenza U.S. Base or Prodi, Kyoto Accord, XL

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