When the Vandals sacked Rome,
laughing faces shined in pools of Roman blood.
Kinsmen long conquered delighted in the feel of the breaking bones–
conqueror’s bones.

When the sickly structures of the modern Empire fall,
then will I have a happy heart.
When the broken shiny shards of black glass are buried with the bones of dead Indians
Then, and only then will everything be right.

Hall 2005