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Waterfall

Waterfall

the throb of mournful drumming;

the price of sweet grass spent:

i waled a lifetime to that rhythm,

never knowing what it meant.

 

i sat outside the circle;

i turned and walked away,

then signed my name and threw my pennies

to give lip service for a better day.

 

but today, the drumming stops me.

the smoke, it stings my eyes.

orange wildflowers paint their colours

like glowing nights across the skies.

 

white teeth sink into burning flesh,

other-eyes label it "red";

the black-haired girl hides from sisters

at the foot of brother's bed.

 

we've been glaring through glass bottles;

passing judgment in jerry cans;

throwing looks and trailer hitches;

wringing empty hands.

 

hatred spills like toxic waste

into this river we cry:

there's only one blood at its source;

though you have swum more deeply than i.

 

we find no key to change the past,

but the future's all unlocked.

we'll beat our drums and join the circle,

for "us" is all we've got.

 

 

$215 from the sale of this piece will benefit the National Centre for Truth & Reconciliation.

  • Dimensions

    24"x24"

  • Year

    2018

  • Media

    Acrylic, gesso & glass

  • Substrate

    Wrapped canvas

  • Profile

    3/4"

  • Finish

    Matte clear shield with UV protection.

    Gloss polymer varnish with UV protection.

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