7th Generation Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

7th Generation

The scene relatively empty
Few flags in a candle holder-like
As if in altar

A sign
And another on its top
Clumsily sticking on the wall

The podium
A table, two buffalo skulls
In front a great handicraft; hung
A turtle, and on its back, tree of life…

“She is…”
Such and such
And “She from …”
And many more come on.

This is Seven-Generation
They are the re-awaken
Never to be idle again
Never ever, n-e-v-e-r

These kids of displaced, stranded
Listen to words; to the elders
They can, hopefully,
Remember

The elders of the elders
And elders’ elders
Of, the elders
Around the drum
So Sacred Smoke rise

And

Storytelling

Mainly of love and peace …
“Nature is us; we are the nature.”