Speak through me,
Lunatics and heretics of my ancestry
Speak through me,
Lovers of barefoot wilderness and running away
Speak through me,
Feral fawn raised in dirt-floor cabin tamed once yet wild as your garden,
Sheep tenders and agents of death,
Those who fled on ships to immigrant shores
Speak through me with dripping black pitch and the breaking of bread
Of all you've seen, and all you know now

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