(This poem was previously published in the Spring 2023 issue of The Yellow Medicine Review, a journal for Indigenous literature and art.)
I am a ghost --
an incorporeal apparition
often seen and not heard,
to move about space
and locked in a frozen
chronology
reliving my grief, sadness
and sorrow.
I scream – a silent
wail no one hears,
disparate rage,
misplaced anger.
I make no claim
and no one can claim me:
lost in a river of time
and only
a distant memory
long forgotten.
I am a ghost --
an incorporeal apparition
often seen and not heard,
to move about space
and locked in a frozen
chronology
reliving my grief, sadness
and sorrow.
I scream – a silent
wail no one hears,
disparate rage,
misplaced anger.
I make no claim
and no one can claim me:
lost in a river of time
and only
a distant memory
long forgotten.
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