Their fathers stole our land. Long ago it was said ‘the white man would look on in disbelief as his sons and daughters began to adopt the Indian way. To learn what their fathers didn’t understand.’ Yeah… he’s a wannabe. He wanna be connected. ~ Lakota Elder in Dreamkeeper.
Great blue heron flies over
the hummingbird and I imbibing
our morning delights. Mine is imported
from a nation known for its cheap
labor, so please understand every word
I speak is flavored by the quintessence
of colonialism. A Monarch butterfly
— the first this season — draws my gaze.
Three signs, three solitary flights.
What is missing is the connection
between the prevalence of abuse
and the foundation of greed.
These systemic barbs rip away
our flesh as we extract them,
ships filled with enslaved humans,
the earth crying for her beloveds
who cared for her like a dear
grandmother — not shut away in a
home, demented and alone.
We ripped away their talismans
crushed civilizations to embrace
every living being with our
poisons, the bombs and corruption
we reluctantly pay for, the prisons
swelling, the victims singing
as we wallow in our past sorrow.
Blind to these portents
mesmerized by our screen lives
divine grace flows
in the capacious now
just beyond our bedeviled faces.
You can watch Dreamkeeper here.