A windfall amassed by spatial underpinning,
A construct of religious license: a mask for murder
And ransacking ample stores from the indigenous .
Colonists dismiss their brothers and trample their brain–trusts ;
Unholy !

Monopoles rupture annals, sequence amiss
Under tragedy skies, circles of vultures persistent,
Odor of rot under the surface lasts for centuries .

No more :   the golden tapestry of African custom
Across the continent where hominids first stood upright .
No more :   the floating gardens, the moon and sun pyramids,
And the pigmented, sacred stone of the Americas .
No more :   the three-sister agriculture, wigwam lodges,
Canoes, or powwows as nations sundanced near buffalo .
No more :   vast numbers of brown collectives, some of them named,
Some cut from the margins of archives in disavowal .

Ghosts of the lost and dead haunt the blood–soaked trails of tears .
Displaced .

The list is long—the havoc unforgivable .
Lamentations for the fallen under the plow of progress,
From clans to cities organized over lifetimes before
A paleness then thrown .

*[ WSB ]_.