Poem #6 - My great grandmother tours Europe
The sweet putridity of your history
is that the cornerstone of your wealth rests
on the legacy of rapists and sado- masochists.
And you call it civilization-
cordoned off by sea and men.
But I ask, the ghost of trauma:
on what now does your wealth do rest?
You like to tell the world you know best.
On what now does your superiority rest?
It is clear that you know not best.
It is clear you know not best.