All the Same People who
Ate at my family table
Are here ---
All the people who
Sat at the first Thanksgiving Table
Are still here !..
I am trusting in God that we gather All Ways
Again for the Original Thanksgiving !
This Year !!!
There is Glory in the Meadows
Gath'ring near the edges of the woods
With the power of their wisdom
The Elder women are meeting in council
Discussing War in The Longhouse
Because the Men have passed their message
The fate of the Tribe was up to them
They have gone to test their strength
On the Little Game the Whites have left them
For the meager dinner that remains
Prior to this war
Men & Women have decided together
Here we see the passing of The Tribes
Men go off to die
Women will starve or....
Make new husbands of the whites
Can we blame them ?
They were our great grandmothers !
They kept our blood alive !!!
For Uncle Victor Wagg, deceased & his widow, Helen Wagg,
also fondly known as Helen Aunt
You drew 2 faces on 2 leaves
They were who we were
And like us
They yellowed with age
And shriveled
Until they crumpled
Fell 'dust to dust'
In the palm of His hand
Caught in the wind of his breath
We are all a dream
Scattered on the thoughts of the living
& the Spirits of the Dead
Living eternally !
Common Humanity
I am the 'common' human
Living and dying
in "The Gulag Archipeligo"
of a dream that could be
The Free World
To My Dear Commander
Lost in Outer Space
Special Delivery Air Mail
Highest Commendation for D.S.
"Fleet of Foot & Loyal to Family & Nation"
Always Best in Our Eyes
The Chimney Swallow hiding mornings Sings where the mystic woman 'mad with G-D'
chants in warbling words ---
The Bird Woman herself calls angrily to G-D :
"why ! why ! why !"
I call, in reply :
"Return ! Return !
Please ! Return !
The New American : Mary Barnet, Selected Poems
available soon at
http://www.cyberwit.net/marybarnet.htm
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available now ! Collector's Item !
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