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24 Turtle Island Poem Number Eight what is the west? asia is west of samoa america is east of samoa europe is the far east the west is a mirroring glass the east is a glassy mirror my tua‘ā went east from samoa to america to hollywood that westernmost american factory your tua‘ā went west from samoa to australia to new south wales, new? wales? wheniwasyoungmytamāheldmebytheballsandblessedmyhideforfuckinganotherboy he built nine towns in nevada to be blown up in atomic bomb tests, tethered horses at various distances he and his squad defused yet unexploded bombs in saigon buildings delicately he knew mountain villages of laos like islands of home, surveyed rivers of danang now i give care for him in acjachemem laguna beach with my tuafafine his memories leaving him like soap bubbles singing old pese hymns at nightfall we were our own space ship to ourselves in nippon deutschland españa lafrance in ohlone acjachemem hawaiinei and samoa‘isasa‘e my tamā a distant sun in alaska pueblo thai kampuchea vietnam my tinā the lunar spaceship sina denying our culture like a good christian but she returned to samoa the path to pulotu in the end in this dark i see the light of her path ...

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