The historical marker is a form of guilt
backward meaning
that might pull a muscle in your neck
adopting the historical posture
of the park ranger who rushes in
with scratches on his arm
dotted line of blood showing through his shirt
shows us reconstructed Acadian rooms
where things were done with bowls and linen
Europe discarded to various colonial rooms
forgotten in boxes
to build an outsider culture
that our ranger his mind still in last night’s bed
recites glancing down at his cell phone
what is he supposed to do now
call the woman or man he just left and say
what then
probably all history is there
derange the language they once used
my mind in its cold migration
doesn’t care where it lives
will always move between a series
of eleswheres latching satchel
hurrying over the bridge up
vantage over whale-farted seas