I AM ROARING THE SLIDE
DOWN TO MOCCASIN POINT
Here's where they slaughtered all the Indians,
the American ones, the natives, the locals,
those who here were first. Flip the coin, OK,
and see who cares - apparently no one at all.
We've forgotten all that fretting, yet now the
county-funded Nature Center will open it up
for weekends and claim to tell you all you'd
wish to know about what was here before.
And, yeah, they'll come out in droves. The
history drones, the kids and the kiddies, the
joiners and the parents with the dough. The
Society For the Memory of the Past will
soon have again its fund-raising dinner
at Pillegi's Italian Ristorante.
Just don't drink the water, OK, because
it comes from the creek over there, Don't
ask why; it's something worked out in the
County Freeholders meetings. And, that
large round boulder, which the contractor
from Theo. Stavinsky's Lawn and Garden
refused to move because it was just too
heavy, well, I can tell you, it was the ritual
rock used by the Sendicant-Moden people
who once lived here. They sacrificed animals
upon its large flat surface, and the blood
ran into the stream. In 1693, they were
massacred en masse, on their own damn
rock by the stately settlers moving in.
What a day that must have been.