In My Tribe

by Eric McErlain

Photo by Spiros Vathis. Used under Creative Commons license.

In my tribe we know how to win.

In my tribe, we know loss.

But in my tribe we know when it’s time to move on.

We are the kings of Kings …

The rowdies of Red Hook …

And the new lords of Flatbush.

In my tribe, the East River is home ice.

In my tribe, the bridge is ours.

They shall not pass.