When the white man first visited
our ancestors saw images in mirrors
not reflections from serene pools
when their ripples were bisected
all their mirth turned into terrors
too late, they were taken for fools
ignorance of science is paranormal
our old native teleportation is fetish
for we lack repertoire of its registers
under unfamiliar terrains so informal
our trickery is black magical pettish
not insipidities in quantum canisters
before science was the paranormal
pints of matter absorbed its energy
on the shores of its relativity’s void
manifested what is perceived normal
in its no-cloning theorem of synergy
to hide the supernatural they avoid.
Written by
Dela Bobobee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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