'Native American' by Electric Coffin

Native American Heritage Month: 'Eleven, Eleven,' a Poem by Janet Rogers

ICTMN Staff
11/5/12

Eleven, Eleven

Eleven, eleven, eleven
sounds like heaven
feels like lucky bones
lucky heavy eleven
remembering veteran
victims
nationalism
fighting unknown forces
standing on stolen countries
robbed in other wars
lucky
eleven, eleven
sounds so fantastic
puts ease in our hearts
brings purpose
to our lives
on rainy days
after earthquakes
we stop stand still
for two, for once
the way they honour
every one agrees
silence is the best offering
reflection sinks in
beating connections
hearts being
just being
choosing to believe
this choice was given
lives not taken
on eleven eleven

questions scream
why, why, why
touch
a flag
kiss
a wreath
build monuments
to honour
obscene history
greed
propped up
on a pedestal
death tolls
the bell
eleven
eleven
eleven
this decorated day
some phoney baloney
ceremony
takes shame
and parades it through
the war won streets
they do it again and
again
remembrance
never remains

Janet Marie Rogers, Mohawk writer from the Six Nations territory in southern Ontario, is Poet Laureate of Victoria, British Columbia. To learn more about her, visit janetmarierogers.com

Electric Coffin Supply Co. is an art based creative firm that makes art from salvaged material; its slogan is "Built from Death." To see more of Electric Coffin's work, visit facebook.com/electriccoffin. The work above was recently featured in the show "Futureland 2012" at AR4T Gallery in Laguna Beach, CA.

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