“How long would authority and private property exist, if not for the willingness of the mass to become soldiers, policemen, jailers and hangmen?” —Emma Goldman
They’d been there 10,000 years:
Caddo, Natchez, Atakapa, Chitimachan, Muskogean, Tunican and more
fishing on fertile flood plains.
Sapphire-skied summer day three months long;
Sunflower, squash, beans and maize.
Time began one colorless day in 1519,
dragged in by the hungry blue-eyed wolves:
Longing for the country of my birth,
almost didn’t hear the brook
quietly making its way
over the rocks.
Once I knew who I was;
I was myself moving through the world
like thoughts stirring within a body.
México, you were my body then:
your sun and moon,
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