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first peoples


once
we learn...
belatedly,
the truths
of our pasts, how can we not
mourn the fallow field

[sown, yet never harvested]

yet still,
even here...amidst
our deepest regrets, we speak
amiss...through metaphors unthought
by those that came
before


&

we can
not
 go back....hence, the

truths we speak - however heartfelt -
are doomed to be misheard

no matter our sentiments

because, I can
mourn
children unborn
and, I can regret

those sorely missed

and, I can cry

for those unwanted
amidst the  fumes
&
rarely kissed


still

apologies,

we have none,
and futures none as well,

as all we seem to hope for
is a future where none can tell



John Henry Calvinist