Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Maize Series Poem 7 (1-11)



Multicoloured Maize

Break up the ground for the gourds
corn, and beans beneath the evergreen;
we will eat the Three Sisters, come fall
like chiefs at the harvest.

Blue Maize

If I wished to buy a loaf of bread
from my wages of twenty cents a house,
I would have to go to twenty-five houses.
I might think, why bother to eat bread?

Maple Tree Angel

I lift off of you the curse
of the high cost of living,
of having to skip meals and go hungry
to make ends meet.

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