From the sea we come,
Our mouths, the inns of the world,
The salt of the earth unwelcome
At the tables and charts of
Explorers who expect:
Commodity and pliant territory
Kingdoms, not wisdom.
Blood, not heaven’s children.
We grow with uncertain immortality
At the edge not made for man
Bending, curving, humming cosmic—
Awake and alien
Our mass a dark and foaming mask,
A bed of enigma to certain eyes
One with the moon,
One with the stars,
One with the ash that whispers history
In the same breath as myth and gods
Whose great backs yawn before us
As we change with a growing tongue
Growling amid the dreamlands
We built one blade, one leaf, one golden wall at a time.