Missing Mything

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While mustangs are abundant in the West,
nobody here has seen a unicorn.
And though some Salem ladies once confessed
to witchery, our homeland is forlorn
of wizards, warlocks, covens in the night,
familiars, fauns or fairies in the wood,
leviathans in lakes, eccentric light,
or deities to guard the neighborhood.

We have some miracles, but no one voice
to sing them into adages and memes.
Our multi-heritage gives so much choice
our tongue is silent still, and yet it seems
if we attend ourselves, we’ll make a start
at sounding tales from our collective heart.

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