We spread
like a stain,
following a
rumour, compelled
by a wound
of our own making
and yours.
Your forefathers,
like us,
crested the waves,
following
the Northern Star
in quest of
a new beginning.
You met
them with the same
curses and
barbed wire fences,
bureaucracy
and necromancy.
But they
persisted, their stain
seeping
into you, making you
who you
are. Like them,
our course
is set, our maps charted.
Whatever
the weather,
we are
making for the High Seas.
Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2016
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