Monday 8 August 2016

The Followers

We spread like a stain,
following a rumour, compelled
by a wound of our own making
and yours. Your forefathers,
like us, crested the waves,
following the Northern Star
in quest of a new beginning.

You met them with the same
curses and barbed wire fences,
bureaucracy and necromancy.
But they persisted, their stain
seeping into you, making you
who you are. Like them,
our course is set, our maps charted.

Whatever the weather,
we are making for the High Seas.

Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2016

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