Building a New Canaan
Once the men were slain
And the slavers paid
The soldiers gathered pots and tablets
To be smashed
Their Captain watched
His men obliterate
Men who wore filthy armor under stolen nobles’ robes
Men with blood under their fingernails
Men who had not eaten or slept in days
Shattered pots and tablets
And their Captain watched pondering
The mystery of the broken etchings
And their beauty
Eventually he looked away
To the West
Towards the hanging trees
And the ships
Women lined up on the shore
As if greeting these ships
As if they were returning home
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