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Aboriginal Sin

We made arrows from feather and bone
before burning down our homes,
our footsteps slinking 
over undulating, snow-covered hills.

The animals residing inside my head
follow me into the forest
where I cross streams to lose my scent.

Bugles blare in the distance,
but at my feet, the hounds lay open,
bleeding-out in morning's fresh snowfall.

These moments invoke an original sin.
I could fell a million men with the softest of blossoms -
slay a million men with a gentle, whispered caress.

And so I pray for my hate to be replaced by grace,

since you are the other half of my heart and hearth,
since you are also a victim to the plague,
it's all I can do, to atone for my Aboriginal sin.

~(2013 Halfling Remix)~
January 22nd, 2013

*Dedicated to Singing Rain: May your sacred arrows always fly true


Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner

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  1. Date: 8/6/2013 8:16:00 AM
    Ah, this reminds me of A Secret Country- John Pilger's account of Australian politics up to 1988. A very sad account indeed, esp. for the Aboriginals. Great write.

  1. Date: 2/3/2013 11:21:00 AM
    Ah! The sin of understanding! Great irony here.

  1. Date: 1/30/2013 10:45:00 PM
    wow, Chris. I really enjoy this kind of poetry from you. I wish to know more about Singing Rain!!

  1. Date: 1/30/2013 6:49:00 PM
    Evening Chris, i couldn't really follow this but then you are always a ways ahead of me ;) Light & Love

  1. Date: 1/29/2013 12:33:00 PM
    What a unique verse, Chris. You always give us some brain teasers and this is one of your best. I am ill and can only visit occasionally, but I love to see the poems written by old friends. Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 1/29/2013 7:51:00 AM
    Soupy mail :)

  1. Date: 1/26/2013 12:39:00 PM
    Chris very thought provoking of man's inhumanity...David

  1. Date: 1/25/2013 9:49:00 AM
    one when having read this,, wonders why what as happened here on this planet, is it fated, or just left to awesome poets like your self...i have my own interpretation of this poem,, and believe not a million miles from your master pen...

  1. Date: 1/24/2013 9:30:00 PM
    Glad I stopped by. I know you aren't posting as many as you used to. The love in this one is powerful, real... the choices we all eventually face. Also stopped by to say I may write a letter to the editor... cause of your nudge. :D Bozzo-the-PM was in town and ate at Country Boys, so he could be with the heart of Canadians, or something to that effect. Rant? Oh, yeah. I'll rant. will share once done ;-)

  1. Date: 1/24/2013 1:18:00 PM
    I have always loved this poem in a very distinct way...feel it as being a part of myself...wonderful imagery and I like the structure very much...the opening stanza still gives me shivers...sometimes, not fighting is fighting in the most effective way...some things are worth more than any fight and some things are worth fighting for with everything we have in us...

  1. Date: 1/24/2013 9:04:00 AM
    We all carry the aboriginal sin i guess Chris.. May your sacred arrows always fly true and the feathered boned ones never fly through :).i love your creative thoughts... ChARMA.Sorry for using only one hand :0 The other is holding Christina junior :@)

  1. Date: 1/24/2013 7:44:00 AM
    A beautiful poem, Chris, crafted superbly. So nice to hear from you recently, Hey! I've missed you big guy! Haven't done much writing myself recently, writers block, I guess. Love and hugs, Catie :)

  1. Date: 1/24/2013 1:00:00 AM
    Such an AWSOME write Chris!!! I love it!! --"A Warrier must take care that his spirit is not broken" :) big hugss, love ya bunches, Deb