A Poem by grace (ge) gilbert
A poem by Grace Gilbert.
A poem by Grace Gilbert.
Those who did it from a distance erased the people’s language. Once they could claim their fiction of terra nullius they flooded in close and put up fences. They erased the history of their conquest and they erased the lake’s history too.
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