Pocahontas

vi.

So out of love with life am I

and all the time the tide’s rising

and the bullshit’s getting thicker

and there’s more of everything

on the way because that’s

what they’ve ordered. More horses

and buggies, more ointments

and weapons, more processed foods

and laundromats, this Pocahontas thinks.

She dips her toe into the river

of blood and piss that runs

from the crack in her

father’s knee. Just then John Smith’s head

washes up on the beach.

<previous

>next

lrl3 home