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Gary Blankenship

 

 

Song of Myself #29 - Servent

Song of Myself #30 - Beadwork

 

 

Song of Myself #29 – Servent

 

29.    29. the darkey brings up the rear and bears the well-riddled target

 

I will disappear

vanish as if I never existed

as ethereal as an invisible man

 

no one will know my linage –

whether I am from a crib

or a scion of the big house –

though many will speculate

 

and most will be wrong

 

if sometime in the future

you find me sunk in the bayou

chained like Emmett Till

for some imagined slight

to the Bosses’ boys

seek my revenge

 

those who concealed me so

will be old and frail

toothless and without power

easy- pickings for justice delayed

 

no matter what is named for their family

 

 

Song of Myself #30 – Beadwork

 

30. The squaw wrapt in her yellow-hemmed cloth is offering moccasins and beadbags for sale,


The tourists rush by

in their flip-flops,

loafers,

Wal-Mart sandals

 

Few pay attention

to what  I have for salel -

uncaring or all too aware

the same beaded leather bags

can be bought at Ye Old Curiosity Shop

for far less than my prices

and you might get a free key-chain

as a bonus

 

The guy with the table by Ivar’s

takes in more than I peddling

T’s with fake Salish totems

though once in a while

someone drops a few coins

in one of my moccasins

 

Time for me to pack up

and catch the bus to the transfer station.

I either need to move south

or get my goods from China –

Here, who would know the difference?

 

There will be time enough left in the day

to finish the pine-needle basket

for my tÍnÍs kluchmÍn*

to give to hers

 

There will time be enough

to honor the old ways

and remember when the rivers

ran red with Sockeye

 

 

*Chinook jargon for daughter or girl.

Pg16

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