An Early Settlement

The land so
easily indented, old wounds
still bleed through to a
crop of a different colour -

you can discern from
above the lie of the land, the
old scars, old sores soaking
into fields like ink

into blotting paper, we blow over
and build these roots, sow
our lives on top and harvest
easily, lightly, our

ancient culture lying yards
down under our surface
ground as if we could still
remember our first land.
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