Manifest homestead

We stripped back, we shook,
we prayed – for what? For everyone
coming after us, chasing along
the Eastern seaboard, coming up
unchecked from dusty Latin badlands,
to put their stakes and claims down –
trump us! on this land that is our land,
though we know it was someone
else’s land first, but God made it
manifest and who are we to question
Him, now that he has come back even
with this unorthodox spelling of His
name? He tells me that when I lift
my fork in anger I am right.