Slavery Is Nothing To Write Home About

The very point of slavery for the enslaved,
occupation for the occupied, is how much
their former homelands are now occupied
by peoples of different bloodlines from them,
who in reducing them forced them to write
to maintain the memory of who they once were.

For the enslaved, the displaced, 
or remnant of those exterminated,
whose shared sense of myth is intact,
at least as far as they are concerned,
'Home' is a memory distilled by time 
where re-enacted rituals remind them
to feel sick for how far in time they are
from when they lived much more fully, 
where the past seemed like the present,
both were part of a much longer continuity.