When the Natives Emerge

Washed ashore
in some strange and barren land.
Will the natives emerge to greet him,
gliding across the white hot sand?

Thrown into the boiling pot-
not here, but at home-
Wanting, in the least,
to get away-
wanting, not a feast,
but to be left alone.

The natives emerged
to face the day,
wandering out,
and finding Ray.

Thrown into the boiling pot-
not here, but way back there-
Hoping to heal his wounds,
hoping the natives won't care.