The Victors

It was me and

Christopher Columbus

“You’re a fucking twat”, I said

He looked at me

Upon a bobbing galleon

“¿Que?”

“You said the Taíno will make good slaves

You fucker.

After they gave you everything.”

His moustache twanged like a bison’s horns.

“They literally gave us the barbeque,

THE BBQ!

You fucking dick”

He twiddled his moustache as if to sharpen it.

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I was left on a desolate island

Marooned.

A few coconut crabs scuttled

Along the beach, which terrified me

And I refused to say

“But whys the rum gone?”

Because it reminded me

there was no rum in the first place.

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I was the island

And he was the ocean

Within the history books

Just like the Taíno

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Bothersome Disruption

Mono no aware