Cleon Peterson

Raiding Party by Jeremy Wikeley

Seen from above, the majority of human history
Has been invasions, vast displacements of people.

We, of all peoples,
Should know that.

It’s like that now, but different. I miss the old days,
Now it’s all crowds at airports, refugee camps;

The world decamped,
With nowhere to go.

The plane takes off. This particular raiding party
Is going to a certain Baltic city, famous for being

Very pretty. We
Are hoping to find

Cute red roofs, bicycles and 21st century designs.
I wish the cabin attendants would hand out shafts

Of sharp wood, shields,
Pagan charms, anything

To remind us that we’re coming to fill our arms
With the country’s goods, anything that smells fresh,

Art, half-smiles, fish.
We won’t own the place,

Or even know it; but I wish that we were travelling
With a purpose, that we were going to sate

Our coarse tastes,
Raise oars and haul

Our plunder home, where we’d unwind the fraying threads
Of our own histories and weave in some foreign colour.

If you want new blood, you have to spill some.

More art by Cleon Peterson here.

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