A Camping Trip

We visited Theft Marsh when I was a
kid. My Moms thought we should go.
We biked some old trails for a few days,
camping out. A jut of land goes out into it.

We sat around a fire at night. It was
really spooky, knowing about the bodies.
We didn't know the full story yet.
We were too young for the archives.

It was like an old zombie movie, but
just for a while. The zombies soon died.
Those left could only dig up lawns. They
were just learning about food ecosystems.

There are no monuments at the marsh.
But it was here that it started to turn
around. My Moms called them the old
rainbow people, seeds in the rotting fruit.