Rogue waves crash
Indigo wisdom
Sea magic
On shores hewn
By man's ambition
New world
Drymarchon couperi
Guarded fountains of youth
While it's sister snaked
Silk roads
Carrying dye
To blue bloods
Carolina indigo
Cultivated
By a 16 year old girl
Eliza
And Georgia
Legalized slavery just
To play their part
In monstrous booms
Indigofera grew
Along the grains of rice
Her textiles traded amid
The people chained
To these shores
Indigogold they said
As the humanity
Was beaten to
Woad in the water
Did that blind
Americas third eye?
Structural damage
In place of self mastery
We were lost to trade.
Devotion bleeds out
In red clay
Midnight blues
Char the soul
When the revolutionaries
Won indigo against the
Madness of purified blood
Cotton was planted
In her place
America had no need
For dyed cloth
When they had a nation
To enslave
White ruled
Now
Sharp bolls
Slicing angry
Strips of salvation
On the cross
Of lies
About the Creator
Monera Mason
Monera is a creative mischief-maker, who is most happy in artistic fellowship. Work includes: starting questionable cults with notorious software gurus, writing immersive narrative for umbraphiles, adventuring with artistic hoteliers.
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