Deconstruction

This sea's end on a misnamed shore Is not the terminus of your sin Nor my beginning in the dusky yore But we can in false time begin To ridirect the world from the whim And caprice of self-lost to love The best in us again. Trust is slim Now, but surrender can prove More worth than paper documents And words that never stand so To mean exactly all desire's intents Leaving you in thin chiaroscuro So let us not praise Columbus still Nor Sea dogs' conquistadores Mentality, I like Wilberforce's bill But we new Crispus and Torrez Were not impotent dole getters, since We fired sugarcane and barracks And by death and waste also convinced The Great House to retire its racks Since we salt of the earth accept it That our coming was no accident But from the convenant to pave and grit A redemption for gentiles and truant.