Wednesday, December 6, 2006

A Geronimo Poem (see Leslie Marmon Silko's Almanac of the Dead for more of the stories!)

Geronimo’s Boots Leave Town
An Argument for NAGPRA
Buyer Beware at Southeby’s

I heard Geronimo’s boots left town
and his wife’s and daughter’s boots
went with them—a family of shoes.

They had lived silently in an artist’s
basement collection for years
safe, except for one flood.

Now they are for sale. The label says
“Geronimo bought cowboy boots
and threw away these moccasins.

They are fringed deer skin, knee-high.
Chiricahua. 1886.” In this leather
that Trickster made stories:

The time he cut off one wife’s nose
for fooling around

The time he slipped off a mountain
when surrounded by the army

The time he shapeshifted
in a photographer’s studio.

He knew medicine that made him
invisible but just when they thought

he was finally gone he returned,
calm within a watermelon garden.

For his final trick he pretended
to lose his mind, the price

for all that power but instead
he was practicing how to stay alive

in all kinds of skins, first buckskin
and now—domesticated cowhide.

1 comment:

  1. Denise--

    We sat together several years ago at a Marge Heeney Celebration of Life party. I was new in town and did not know you, but remembered the meeting when I soon began to hear of you...again and again and again...

    Congratulations on your Poet Laureate honors and your new Blog. I plan to visit often. I've shared the address for thia site with my many Kansas Authors Club friends.

    I loved your "Geronimo" poem -- and the wit it reflects.

    Happy writing!