WHITE WOMAN DOCENT
Upcountry is Home...
Live here with the Jays, tall Trees -
Whistle on this Wind...
Long before I'm here,
Folk were here grinding Acorn -
Left holes in black stones....
Elderberry here -
Make clappersticks click and clack!
Thud of woodearth Drum...
Death is here plenty -
Cold winter to each deep bone -
Spring clover revives...
Gather in these seeds -
Dig for bulbs, roots, earthy foods -
Pass on old ways - proud...
You have eyes unmet:
Your focus is far away -
It's as it should be...
Long ago, Gold came -
Long ago, miners came, too -
Took gold, earth, water...
Can't erase these scars -
Can't give back your life, old ways...
Can't breathe for your Dead...
Long after we leave,
Earth will not forget, forgive...
You will not forget...
Upcountry knew Life -
Knew no slaughter - knew good years -
You will not forgive...
Today, my fingers
Print out in words on paper -
Not onto black stone...
I prepare to tell
Your story of lives, of deaths -
Since you will not speak....
Forgive what I know -
Forget what I do not know...
Stories have their way:
Long after I'm gone
Long after even You leave:
Stories live Lives here!
Oak sings them - these Stones
Tell these stories without Fear...
Hope is here, is Here....
...
5/8/13
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