Today, they took the statue down
in Kjipuktuk, or Halifax town
in Mi’kmaki, mapped as Nova Scotia
along the stormy Atlantic Ocean
Where did it begin? This need
to raise up monuments to men
who call for deaths of other men
and women and children and ways
and lay a bounty on our scalps
Where did it begin? The tale
that Indians Take Scalps, when
all the while, Cornwallis
and his English colonial thugs
paid silver for our lives, small change
traitors to humanity, and to treaties
Where did it begin? the notion
that people from beyond the ocean
should be welcomed here, and given
Treaties of Peace and Friendship, under which
they were granted a place for cod houses, a place
to land, to work the sea, to prosper in their way
in trust that we had more to gain, by such
alliance than by destroying them, as was done
the old stories say, when those other people
came over the sea, and made settlements
Perhaps the ghosts of L’Anse aux Meadows
swayed, in spiritual prayer among the mists
reminding those who pondered those
who came this time, that there is always
a chance that, this time, we can find a way
to abide together, in mutual respect, give up
the urge to conquer, and embrace instead
the will to use our arms as circles
and draw near to another, in peace
in dawning wonder, in delight.
Where does it begin? the will to stand
despite the smallpox blankets, military
incursions, police actions, broken terms
despite the generations of abrogations
to stand, in peace and friendship and declare
that here, in Kjipuktuk that was, and that remains
in Halifax town, that statue must come down
that you and i may, together
walk in more open light, not denying history
but accepting that some glints of glory
are fool’s gold, covering a greater guilt
over the plunder of great treasure, needlessly.
Where does it begin? The history that could become
the history we share from this day onward, the fulfilment
of that dream laid down in law so long ago.
If this is possible, this beginning, then it is possible
to begin to choose to value women, all women
to begin to choose to consider seven generations
not just of our kind, but of our relations
with furred and feathered, plant and mineral
make our peace with Life, in the splendours
obscured at present by our many statues to vainglory
of many kinds. Pull it down.
Today they pulled one such statue down, in Kjipuktuk
now Halifax town, and let the light that graces now
an opened space, grace us with hope, that this is how
history keeps writing us, as beginning, and beginning and beginning.
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