Sunday, March 14, 2010

Tecumseh - March 14, 2010


I went down not long ago

to the Mad River, under the willows

I knelt and drank from that crumpled flow, call it

what madness you will, there's a sickness

worse than the risk of death and that's

forgetting what we should never forget.

Tecumseh lived here.

The wounds of the past

are ignored, but hang on...

Sometimes

I would like to paint my body red and go out into

the glittering snow

to die.

His name meant Shooting Star.

From Mad River country north to the border

he gathered the tribes

and armed them one more time. He vowed

to keep Ohio and it took him

over twenty years to fail...

his body could not be found.

It was never found...

if we ever meet him, we'll know it,

he will still be

so angry.

The Buddhists have a saying, "if you ever meet Buddha on the road, kill him." They mean it to say that growing our hearts and compassion goes beyond Buddhist teachings and writings. The way is instead being open to what is before us on the road, and behind us, what is up river, and from whence flows the rivers, no matter the pollution or blood flowing within them. The thing is, we have already killed Tecumseh. So if we meet him, what shall we do to him? What shall he do to us? Maybe we can grow out of our sickness, and remember what should not be forgotten, who has died and why, and what we have lost and why, so that we can grow our hearts and compassion. So if we come upon one another, it shall not be with anger, but first with a mourning wail that open hearts, minds, and hands, and perhaps after a night of stories beside a fire, laughter to greet the sun.

3 comments:

  1. you cut this poem in half and left out the best part.

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  2. Thank you SO much for this entry with its admonition to move beyond, to live, to keep exploring (as Oliver did). And for the astoundingly good idea to go through all her poems in this way. I have long been a raving fan of both Oliver and Tecumseh (my younger son is Abraham Tecumseh Adamson). Abe has not read this but i know he agrees. As I took him to high school one day, I ranted bitterly-not the first time-about the insane, murderous settler-colonial/US war against native peoples that continues today and is a tragic loss for the whole culture, etc. etc. He said simply: "Dad, you can't unkill the Indians". SO I am eager to be FURTHER inspired by your writings and exploits!

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