Stand in rage as wind and current clash
rile lightning and thunder
fire surge and boulder crash
Let the ocean eat and scrape away these walls
Let the sand swallow their fences whole
Let the air between us split the atmosphere
We have no land No country But we have these bodies these stories this language of rage left
This resistance is bitter
and tastes like medicine Our lands replanted in the dark and warm there
We unfurl our tangled roots stretch
to blow salt across
blurred borders of memory
They made themselves
fences and bullets checkpoints gates and guardposts martial law
They made themselves hotels and mansions adverse possession eminent domain and deeds
They made themselves
shine
through the plunder
They say we can never— They say we will never—because because they—
and the hills and mountains have been
mined for rock walls the reefs pillaged for coral floors
They say we can never— and the deserts and dunes have been shoveled and taken for their houses and highways—
because we can never— because
the forests have been raided razed and scorched and we we the wards
refugees houseless present- absentees recognition refusers exiled uncivilized disposable natives
protester-activist-terrorist-resisters—
our springs and streams have been
dammed—so they say we can never return
let it go accept this progress
stop living
in the past—
but we make ourselves
strong enough to carry all of our dead
engrave their names in the clouds
We gather to sing whole villages awake
We crouch down to eat rocks like fruit
to hold the dirt the sand in our hands
to fling words
the way fat drops of rain
splatter off tarp or corrugated roofs
We remember the sweetness
We rise from the plunder
They say there is no return
they never could really make us leave