12 JAN 87
UNEXPECTED VISITOR
He came one day to destroy our way of life
Thrusting his white hands into our secrets
Taking away our freedom and giving us a keeper
"We're ABCXYZ, ABCXYZ, ABCXYZ," we cried
But he continued to pilage as if we hadn't spoken
When finally he left us, with our heartbroken despair,
It was clear
A tide of blackness was here.
CALDER WOLFE