Columbus Day Poem

I fell almost a week ago

and my knee is still sore

how annoying I find the injury as it reminds me of of

the time it takes to heal

at the most inopportune moments

recurring not quite pain

but the deep awareness that

aches

all is not quite right

it was just my right knee

sore scabs now heeled over how should it affect

me now why

the body politic

only a poet

disturbed

awakened in the night

by rousing’and whining

and order making

would see the historiography of this day

how do we tell the tale

not who controls the narrative

but who did we ask

who was there

who did the roll call

who took a pass on speaking

just ask columbus

his boss queen

the the Indians

the natives

indigenous folk

the land the sea the air the sky

the landing party