Winnebago

on the shores of a
stinking algae
chromium oxide
bottle green glass water sea
lived a people
a nomad people
who’ll soon have ceased to be

we like to think that
time and nations
are grounded in
concrete rock foundations
cast as victims
self-professed victims
threatened Lilliputians petty fleas

time marches on
bigger than you or me

(Poetry Scales 132)