Victims*

By Simone Williams

Company?

A party of fools.

They come my way,

Well, think twice.

No soul has come my way for many winters

White men,

One black,

An Indian woman,

A baby on her back.

They have come a long way.

They reek of journey,

And hunger,

but don’t worry my victims,

I’ll put an end to that.

I’ll toss them.

Flip them over.

I’ll crack their tiny canoes,

With my fast spike waves.

They’ll see,

Never to mess with the dangerous rapids.

My white waters.

My sharp rocks.

I am ready to receive my next victims.

*A poem about the Lewis and Clark Expedition told from the viewpoint 

of the dangerous rapids they bravely traversed