she tells me she’ll be
getting some money
from the canadian
government. got a payment
a few years back
because they sprayed
agent orange on her tribal
lands. now it’s proven they sprayed
agent purple
and agent white too

she played in the woods in it as a kid.
the orange pine was sick
and spreading. the smell of wet
earth was cursed.
“my dad died young,
my mom died young,
my brother fell down
when I visited him.” agents poisoned

the thunder, a shock of moan.
lightning walks with blinded
eyes of a vanished
animal, turns to deafening shriek.
she’s had headaches since she was a kid.
walks with tumors in her feet.
what have they done
to the most generous ones?
what money is