SHACKAMAXON
From here, the ghosts of the Lenape
still haunt the trails and byways of
what we so cavalierly call 'the river.'
Bristleberry bushes overhanging the
banks - near the railroad bridge,
beneath the trestle grid, against the
storage silo, by the shed. So many
hundreds of things to count off,
and all the Indians are dead.
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