she picked a creamy emerald
and then threw it to make it skip,
hoping the edges would be dulled
and the fish wouldn’t get cut from the tip
she sees the savages pull the bow
and the jewels hitting the township
while a deer runs threw with a doe
not knowing that the earth is at war,
but the natives aren’t showing they know.
She looks around for more ore
hoping that savagery’s lulled
and that there’s no stone made up of gore.