this can't be good

in another life
you were an indian
standing on the banks
of the virginia shore
as the first ships
approached,
the white sails
billowing against
the blue sky.
you remember
shaking your head,
while you snacked
on a roasted squirrel
and saying, what
the hell, this can't
be good. little dog
go get my bow and
arrows, and tell
the others we got
company.