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a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i
v e s E d i t i o n
NANCY MERCADO
What Archeologists Will Say
In our home each room
Is a different color
All the walls are made of cement
Except the doors
They’re made of cheap wood
They’re just doors that work
In thousands of years archeologists
Will dig up our Puerto Rican home
And say my family lived in a hut
These scientists will say
We were a practical people
We were villagers who were poor
They will say we used
Simple dishes to eat from
We had great mastery
Of utensils and cookware
In thousands of years
Archeologists will dig us up
And judging from the structure
Of our skulls they will estimate
We had dark pigmentation
We were small in stature
They will say my family was
A peaceful tribe
They will never know
Who we really were
[Originally
published in NHS 2011, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs11/.]