Arrival

ALARM would have been in order. Short
PAUSE, then flight into the forests, when Cristóbal
COLÓN and his men arrived.
BURLY? Men on either side were so. Yet guns, germs and steel . . .

LOATH I to join in fashionable decrying, through
MEALY phrases about empire, yet
BEGAN then a new chapter of an old story.
REUSE it in every installment: new moments letting settled depravity flare up.

GRASS sighed in a breeze, pigs
BELCHed contentedly, and far from fleeing,
CROWDs assembled at the sight of the tall ships, which would be
SHOWN in all the paintings, focus of the gaze, the people small and incidental.

Note: another 3 days in one effort (I like the challenge of trying to make 12 words work together).