Madonna and Child

They came in boats
Sleek vessels coated in rum and salt
They crossed an ocean
And penetrated virgin territory
Looking for cargo
And found him
And took him
A young boy
Out collecting wood
To make a drum
To beat and warn his village of danger

She came in a plane
That swooped in onto a strip
Especially formed by felling virgin forest
Looking for a boy
And found him
And took him
A young boy
As a drum
With which to beat her conscience