Stop
Stop
Listen
Silence consumes me
And all is quiet in Mashapaug.

-Lynsea Montanari (Narragansett)

My feet are resting in the muck.
Mashapaug is where I lie.

I stare in astonishment at the leaf up there.
As it reaches the green muck I gasp with despair.
It starts with a ripple then a swirl.
We are cruel to the world.
The pollution spins, why not, why won't it just stop?
Why can't we just stop?

Your present employer is a staple of Weirdos in our city. Pitch and moan all day.

Deities know I would do the same 👿

This is the first time I've ever read outside of an Open Mic. SO NERVOUCITED!

See you there, sibling <3