De-Nile, Our River

Like all old couples we’ve adopted and ameliorated plenty of bad jokes and even worse puns
Amusement becomes more challenging as one ages
Where once you could or might like to party all night
eventually to party for an hour seems more in sight

And so, De-Nile is not just a river in China, or Idaho, or Guadalajara
And, never let the truth get in the way of a good story
so I hurt my hip, my toe, my heart, by flying  and not by showing off
Let’s just agree to disagree

That history, from wherever it comes
for whatever we pretend it doesn’t matter still we know it does
we cling to old phrases like, from where do your kinfolk come
we know we’ve decided collectively, it matters, so why do we continue to abandon our land to them, why do we bow our minds and sully our soils, to

THEM?!

That lord has more in common with their lord as I have more in common with their peasant master and slave,
I’ve been, native and queen, I’ve been, conquerer, conquered and conquering, I’ve been through all these things and seen life terrorizes all on her own no need for extemporaneously expressed self-righteous assigning
But, let’s carry on, nonetheless, in this copious never ending river of
denying

Author: KenshoHomestead

Creatively working toward self-sufficiency on the land.

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