bird and
             breaking the clear calm
beaver's head
                     over the water
i'm glad to see you
                             walking this
held out his hand
                         green & foreign land to be
living in troubled times my mind fills quickly
too much to say
                      your brown skin and dark eyes
too many friends being hounded to death by
this sickness
                   thot we'd raise jerusalem here
ripple this surface with the wind