The decolonization of urban spaces,
Urban islands fenced off and monitored,
The water flows,
Street signs and town lines are a distraction,
This will not be here in 100 years,
This metropolitan area,
City and town,
Is a creation.

The feeling of “settling” is unreal
When your family toiled in the factories,
Union organizer who assisted in the building and founding of the UAW,
Zug Island,
Environmental injustice of the soul of the people.

What is the name of the island before the state-county-city?
Owner-occupied all the way to the core,
What happens when we de-develop?

When will we foreclose on the mindset of “history starts here?”
Settler colonialism “starts here” and it is all that matters.
There are more stories not yet written but they are there in the soil.

The sound stirs in your heart and soul,
The ancestors dance,

The river runs clear at a point,
Can we get there?

Do we remember the land as it was before?
What are these sounds that we hear?
The Windsor hum?

Is your hand not the worker’s hand?
Did your ancestors not toil as mine did to create unions?
Work for industrialists and sacrifice for their families?

Is your body not the worker’s body?
Assembly line mind-set to be decolonized,

The steels and rust topples our ancestors’ bodies and stories,
The sound is heard in the soul,
Can you hear them?

We are walking this river,
The river runs clear at a point,
We need to remember this.

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