These New England towns with their lying steeples,
with their dishonest and cruel prayers,
These towns with their false piety and sad anger
released upon the land in their craven image
This rocky ground which patiently waits
the storm of misunderstanding and abuse to pass
will live to be trod lightly upon once more,
to be lived with in its peace and harshness
These coasts inundated with exorbitant expenses
these fragile shorelines that remember so well
the tides will carry out their work
and regain their forgotten place amidst - not us.
These words, which cast so wide a net
an assault on all those around me
are not meant to condemn but to say
we do not belong here, yet.
6/29/00 - 3:00 AM