“How they leave their lands all Christopher Columbus, curious to conquer Caribbean Seas”
In the stillness of night,
Water becomes a war zone,
The only form of defense is abuelita’s gritted thumb
On wooden prayer beads.
Fishes lay silent, suit up behind coral and bones to shift the salt ready-
Mammon knows how to walk on water too.
Glides into unowned territory-
Exhumes years of pain and a locked jaw type suffering,
Grinds stone to dust then,
Mammon strips everything of their forging,
Then stand us a shell of Christ-
The ocean knows better,
Will hug her child
Will forgive and never forget
How they leave their lands all Christopher Columbus, curious to conquer Caribbean Seas.