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The Nina, Pinta, and Santa Maria
Sparkling, empty blue sea
sails break the distant horizon
first one
then two
finally three ships making way
toward unsuspecting shell-gatherers
brown-skinned and naked on
the hot Caribbean sand
Had they known
they could have feigned friendship
Then slaughtered them all in the night
Burned the great ships and
been done with it.
At least for a while
Copyright ©
Michael Mosall
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