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​When you dance do you give your dance to the Night?
Daughter of Dance? Daughter of the Sun? When you sing
do you give your song to the Air? Flute? Drum? Gifts
of the Graces. And when you write do you give it to Fire
or Dream. What of the mother of Rivers. What of Lies
the first story teller. And when you laugh? To Summer
sister of Spring.

On the shore, where does a story start
Not one of love, but one of necessity
And lost hope. On the shore, where
Does the lead stand, a dance led by
Strangers. Darkness on a white dress
The guilt of slaughter. When the master
Came home he wanted his talents. Dead
Each and buried. Where does a story
Begin. America is an old story. On the shore
Or on a bridge. Oh america of Multitudes
Where do you start. At pilgrim. At slave. At summer
On the shore. The ramparts. Bloody in a field.
America, how unlikely, you pretty bloom
On a wet black bough. Bloody in a field.