Indigenous Immigrants

Somewhere between being
The first and most recent,
All hostility pools—

Who belongs here, where here
And belonging mean more
Shares of local supplies—

Who can force their way in,
Who can force others out,
Who can lay claim, who can

Only hope to survive
A little bit longer,
And on good days, maybe,

Hope it goes better here
Than in the old country,
Or, if this is the old,

Dream of holding on
To an old dream of it.
Resources, belonging.