Sometimes eyes

Sometimes
I can’t meet your eyes
As my mind
Has set up camp
Down the end of a long hallway
Down to treasures
A tomb
Not yet plundered.
I worry – how could people
Who venerated their dead
Who sent them off with treasures
Rob their god-kings?

Don’t need need royal proclamation
To tell the peoples hurting.
Economist not needed.
This shit is pretty clear.

We gotta take back all our futures
Invent languages of reciprocity
Empty tombs
Bring those ancestors home
Bring them to work
Listen x2
Learn
See ourselves
See our truths
Meet our own eyes.

Pehiw Awakening 2022