THE WARTIME ISSUE
RELOCATED BOULDERS BLESS THE GROUNDS OF THE NATIONAL MUSEUM OF THE AMERICAN INDIAN, AUTUMN EQUINOX, 2004
I’m like a stone when I receive the news of your death.
Ariel Dorfman in Something Must be Happening to My Antennas
I marked you with a scarlet X
before you rolled down 95.
Near a new home, Potomac winds
consecrated your arrival.
They faced you east, toward the Capitol,
toward Mecca and Jerusalem.
I wanted you to feel the sunrise
along your watered grooves
in the same spot you witnessed
around you, hundreds of generations.
Stones left on graves move
only when skeletons resurrect.
You were brought here
to bless this place
to take on its misery
and help us survive this season
of short sight.
Yael Flusberg's memoirs, poetry, and reviews have been published in DC Poets Against the War: An Anthology, Gargoyle, Lilith, Potomac Review, Sojourners, and Travelers’ Tales, among others. She works as a coach and consultant with social change organizations and leaders, and is a co-founder of Sol & Soul, a nonprofit that nurtures and promotes emerging and seasoned artists of conscience.
Published in Volume 7, Number 2,
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