Aloha Reborn Notes Poem by richardo posto

There was a special place,

filled with love, thriving without money,

The people from the ocean brought fish

up to the people of the mountains

who harvested plants and brought them to the shore

Where some special travelers landed,

In time to

Witness this culture quietly dissappearing,

By

missionaries,

techno-farming,

dollar iz all deals,

and car wheels,

and no more queen.

This people with the answers to life

a shining star passing from life,

Enter these well trained observers

Who

Recognized the great loss of this great Race,


Devoted life and love,

And set about to document and record,

In Solemn respect,

the stories and the ways

etched by their brilliance

of the Supernova of their fall,

into their thoughts.


Generations pass.

Pavement is laid upon pavement.

every square inch is claimed,

hi rises tower, hoping to catch a glimpse of a rainbow, or

feel an ocean breeze.

A few trinkets of the old ways can be

found in souvenir shops. The native dances

continue, a nice side show after dinner,

businesses give preference in hiring,

for the native. The childrens childrens children

find themselves with this niche in the foriegner's culture,

otherwise lost.

who's writings,

with such detail and respect,

echoed generations into the future

to reach the children, and children's children,

of this great people,

who walked Lost in somebody else's culture, who's place for this great people are

some quaint decorations for

a dinner and a show.

that one morning woke up and

found it had paved and trimmed and

trashed so much that

it found living wanting

lacking something,

leaving them empty somehow

despite chronic obesity

A culture that when their own began to crash and

burn a century into their future, would come back to save the world.





We were trimmed

into quaint decorations


Those among our conquerers

who arrived to catalogue, dissect, analyze,

were instead moved by sacred respect


witnessing the supernova of our fall

our stories, our ways, our Aloha

Etched into their lives,

made it their lives

to make our echoes

into the future

Arriving in a crashing,

burning, rabid world

Our whispers from the past

give salvation

to those who can listen