Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Blood nets

Roots to reservation, same old pain.
Ghosts were there, fishing every day;
adjustments began we grew hungry
standing in line gathering
white flour for white bread
baking in a white woman's oven.

Lonely red daddy beating down
a dying fish with a sack of rice.
Blood ties broken with his heart
Straitjackets cradled the ghosts-
daddy's gone crazy and mother is dead.

Brother Bear cut off his hair,
joined the government
to be safely in danger.
And I fear I'm learning to weave nets.

Brian Miller is tending bar @ dVerse Poet’s Pub

and told us that this Friday, March 8, is International Women’s Day.

A small verse to celebrate woman.

OpenLinkNight ~ Week 86

1 comment:

Brian Miller said...

to be safely in danger....what a turn of phrase....ok so is this fiction or real...several hard things for me in this....the losing of ones culture is hard for sure...i like the section where you repeat white as it accentuates one of the issues....