Thursday, May 22, 2014

Shame tanka sequence

Colonial Shame

words amassing faults--
a bird
trails its shadow
on the ground

my injured
airy forest at war...
bought & sold
a gallant extortion
of the past

I have no choice
but to use blended words...
I know
there's something better
down the road

must I learn
another language...
I stand
upon your back
to face your destiny

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