still born

a butcher’s daughter.
marked by death,

marked by millions
of deaths
as though she were there.

But I was not born yet.

She says

And I was not born there.

there in the forbidding
in the darkness
in the land of brothers grimm
and black forests.

she was born
where the sky presses down
and lifts off.
POW WOW
WOW POW

Where the sacrifice of peoples
original aboriginal peoples
has been covered up
and barely told.

still born into a land of sacrifice.
into a guilty skin of blue eyes