You ded yet? : A dance with Transit of Empire 1

Sunday morning

Wandering,

Worrying.

You ded yet?

hate the game

hate the players

hate the board/bored.

Sharpened my strategy,

took advice,

Wind counselled,

follow the fractures,

gently push

hands

overlain

Ancestors deep,

gotta listen

(...............)

They built the camps

right on our bodies!

Economies of poison,

rivers of deceit,

Well....

Dams fracture

Zombie Imperialism*

got me feeling

homer sacer

"Play it again Sam."

Can't bare to remember

Can't ever forget

Complicity.

- Thought it was normal - 

Black and white

Ballets with shame

Locked up.

In between

Can't do more days

Gotta stop forgetting

Tattered tongued

I spoke my truth

Bags of petals

porch visits

community

stitches

in wounds

long left gaping

medicines

teachings

care

soothe

butterfly gentle

Willow seed

Snow in June

soft

Spring gangster

digging toes

deep

living a broken

birthed a shadow sibling

transmute

soil sisters

transmit

drum beat truths

- it don't matter - 

dead or alive

shroud

be thy bedclothes

you will it so/sew.

I have grieved long

your grave

will have no tears

for I am too far

to return

to lands

long ago flooded

with silent tears.

Pehiw Wandering 2024

 *Jodi A. Byrd "The Transit of Empire: Indigenous Critiques of Colonialism

 pg 225"