Colonial Denialism

 

Yesterday, I forgot to say

The words “the deep ingrained denialism of a New England”

 

Rather than a crowded corner of Turtle Island,

The towns and villages at the Eastern Gate,

We’ve been taught to think of

"Nomads in temporary camps

In a howling wilderness of disinformation

In dire need of Christianization and Civilization."

 

 

Can’t be a Stone Serpent fuel break

Undulating across a Sacred Landscape

It’s just gotta be Tree Damage to a Farmer’s Fence

Of hastily tossed stones

By the bountiful sea shore

By all the floodplain planting fields

Along all the Homeland rivers and roads

 

By the broken stony places

By the Doorways to Other Worlds

On a Sacred, Living Landscape of the Long Memory