You: A Tour of My Landscape

I was born to weave my

home with thank you very much.

 

We have everything! Most people just

drink poison around here. First stop is Misery

 

Bay. The Bay of Red Glistening

Water remembered as a lie we routinely tell

 

ourselves about War that supposedly

ended and called 1812.  The ever perverted t-

Ruth of Lake Erie’s recorded history

twists the narrative.  I will tell you about the War

of some year the collective narrative chose

 

to remember. How the City has lied

 

about the battle to the city for as long as I

know… our city’s hero is Oliver

Hazard

Perry… Commander of the fleet

in the Battle of Lake Erie, or some shit

like that… then I will tell you the truth

 

from the books of our history the ones

no one takes the time to read. The insanity of “Don’t

 

Give Up the Ship” when most people

don’t even know the Flagship Niagara

 

wasn’t even Perry’s ship! The Lawrence was. The dude

we call heroic jumped that sinking

ship commandeering Jessie

 

Elliot’s Flagship Niagara, but no one knows

who Jessie Elliot is.  Erie is the City of silenced voices.

 

We still have Elliot’s ship!  That will give you

a sense how sick

my city is. Then I will take you to the Bay-

 

front on foot so you can see how the wealthy stole

the sunset from us.  I would show you my

 

beach.  You will understand what toxic

algae blooms are.  You will see it is toxic

 

You want arts, I will show you where

to go. I will apologize too few

 

in the community are awoke. I get scrappy

at willful ignorance.  Hence the hermit crab’s

 

nature. I would take you out to the snow-belt,

where the maple farms are to show you how the great

 

sugar maples are all dying, infested

by Japanese Longhorn beetles—worst invasive import

 

along with zebra mussels that choke the water

lines, while the coke

 

plants just pays more

in fines.  I’d show you

all of the decaying

traditions of the land

I would walk you

through my

neighborhood, show you all

the Heroin

dens

around my house. Always disdainful

beautifully waving goodbye, while I tell you:

Get off the fucking ship, we need the wood for fire!

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