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Written by
Richard Hugo |
for Sydney Pettit
The lines are keen against today's bad sky
about to rain.
We're white and understand
why Indians sold butter for the funds
to build this church.
Four hens and a rooster
huddle on the porch.
We are dark
and know why no one climbed to pray.
The priest
who did his best to imitate a bell
watched the river, full of spirits, coil
below the hill, relentless for the bay.
A church abandoned to the wind is portent.
In high wind, ruins make harsh music.
The priest is tending bar.
His dreams have paid
outrageous fees for stone and mortar.
His eyes are empty as a chapel
roofless in a storm.
Greek temples seem
the same as forty centuries ago.
If we used one corner for a urinal,
he wouldn't swear we hadn't worshipped here.
The chickens cringe.
Rain sprays chaos where
the altar and the stained glass would have gone
had Indians not eaten tribal cows
one hungry fall.
Despite the chant,
salmon hadn't come.
The first mass
and a phone line cursed the river.
If rain had rhythm, it would not be Latin.
Children do not wave as we drive out.
Like these graves ours may go unmarked.
Can we be satisfied when dead
with daffodils for stones? These Indians--
whatever they once loved or used for God--
the hill--the river--the bay burned by the moon--
they knew that when you die you lose your name.
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