white girl

what shall be done
to the strongest love
when there is
a wall of skulls
from the too early dead
do lovers like romeo
lie in the fields whispering perish
mouths lipped
tight
a stranger's colonial
baggage loosely
tied in ponytails laughing
kicking rich brown dust
till they find a manner
worthy of respect
and the new world isn't much to offer
either
maybe a cynic isn't the one to send
maybe it is
now the white girl shall speak
she has her own students
she is from the university
she is totally clueless
she thought numbers went past 5