Takararo in Pomes and Epigrams

That evening in geologic time
when we gobbled you up,
blasting away kerbstones,
filling the bellies of now forgotten ships
must have felt like an eternity, and
indeed
say the olive trees that shade your scar,
we do not know different; we are
grown.
All that avarice at the hands of
proper Englishmen?
It did not kill me, girl.
I am still here, girl.
I will never be the same, but you
know me a sliver in a sliver.
This moment between us is
another sliver in a sliver.
We will endure,
our hearts still beat with
warmth from deep in the earth.