Saturday, April 11, 2015

NPM: Reservation Grass

I remember reading this poem by Natalie Diaz on a sidewalk placard when I was still living in Takoma Park, Maryland. (I miss Takoma Park.) All of the italicized phrases are borrowed from various Walt Whitman poems (if you couldn't guess).

Reservation Grass
Natalie Diaz (b. ?)

I keep no account of lamentation.
                              ~Walt Whitman

We smoke more grass than we ever promise to plant.
Our front yards are green and brown, triangles of glass—
What is
     the grass?emeralds and garnets sewed like seeds in the dirt.
The shards of glass grow men bunched together
     larger than weeds and Whitmans, leaning against the sides of

     houses——dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers
     upon dirt not lawn.
Corned beef comes on the first of every month—this the meat of
     hunger—in white cans with bold black writing.
myself and mine—toss it in a pot and wonder how it will ever
     feed us all——witness and wait—but never worry, never fret,
     never give a damn, over mowing the grass.
What have wethe red aboriginesout of hopeful green stuff woven?

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