Making Strangers In Montana Poem by Martin Webb
Making Strangers In Montana
I watch the invading
angry wasps
Racing, stinging
in their hunger
to consume and destroy this blessed place
Progress, Lego-block houses. Hurry
"There's hardly any traffic here"
Moving solved all their problems
Look, they're different now.
Swarming, space shrinking
"see the improvements"
Paradise to Prison
See how happy they are
to see you leave
A stranger now
to your home
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