We are not afraid. If settlers come we will kill them with our blowguns and our lances. Marshes of Tigris and Euphrates cutters' rib reed houses float above mud islands. A woman prepares fire feeds her ovens bread. 40 times the double-cross Valdez desert air smudges black waters absorb white sun dolphin vortices grebe and cormorant drown.
Crabs suck dark reservoirs.
For millennia fish are trapped at the ebb. No need to gather grasses or lower nets in this salt low sea. The war is water. Tube worms bend the verticals. Hecatombs of plankton waste in the shade.