Today's poem is by Pamela Alexander
Easter Island
Strangers on wooden islands
brought beads and knives. And hats!We snatched them off heads
and they called us thieves.Then they made sickness
so that many of us died.Our forest sickened too,
the fat palms dwindling.We measured the ships
with string, with steps, madeprayer huts that size
to call the new powers.Built mounds of earth
with narrow ends, dug moatsaround them, put up
poles and cloth.More ships. From them ran
small animals with pink tailsthat multiplied like ships
and ate saplings and seeds.We couldn't kill enough of them.
We did what we could: sailedour dirt decks, sang to the sky
and to our stone gods.Still the forest left us.
Now we are few.Strangers in metal boats
bring a little moneyand tell us our bare island
is talked about in many placesand we're famous for this:
killing all our trees.
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from Copper Nickel
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