SAIL

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When I sail
I look for thee.
Through the fog
our flat bottom boat
drifts like a log.
Sailing through the sea.

Drifting to the West
to find new land.
A long, long time ago.
I dream of unknown heritage.
I dream of unknown ancestry.

Vikings
Inventors
Sword smiths
Boats
Warriors
Farmers

I dream of you in me
when I train this atrophied
body and mind.
I wonder how far my
blood line goes.
Where it started
no one knows.

My DNA is not a pedigree.
It is diversified mutt.
Americana melted pot.
No real known history.
Other than white male
southern settlers sailing
from Europe to feed.

Taking land that was
not theirs.
Killing natives.
Taking slaves.
Fighting.
Killing.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Much like a Viking fleet.

European
Inventors
Missiles
Planes
Soldiers
Farmers

I am a strip mall viking.
Seizing happy meals.
No more need to kill.
I dream of the battle
to end all greed.
Sitting in my minivan.
I feed the next generation
of settlers.

We always take more than we need.

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