Today Pegman took us to Poisson-Blanc, Quebec. I scrolled around and found a man holding a half-fish! This is what happened next.
Long ago our sons,
tangles of muscle, brain
laughter and kindness
used two-foot long arrows
to fell stags with antlers
large enough to support
every wall of our homes
Our daughters
slim, strong
and
more beautiful than a
single
crimson
rose
hooked fish as long as their arms
Then you came
with armies and inventions
and words that meant
everything
everything
everything
before they simply meant nothing at all
You gave us
automobiles, planes
and power plants powered by poison
while we shared our bounty
and welcomed you into our homes
Look what happened
Look!
Now!
and, finally, look again
With every landslide
earthquake and change of tide
we
the original people
pay the consequences while
you
the intruder
move on
with a bag full of a thousand empty promises
Up From the Ashes 