Into The Circle Of Life - 24" x 48", Multimedia - Acrylic on Poplar, Wasp Nest, Honey Comb, Rose Petals & Red Pine Bark, $3,700
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Into The Circle Of Life
It is a gift that wraps and weaves This hierarchy of life Meshing intricately the spit From what is chewed It never stops It’s giving into a dual future and past Becoming the continuum of a circle Cycling around, an eternity of keeping Feeding and leaving a trail Of what was taken stolen lost And the give back feeds forward into the servitude of others
It is the contrasts of its duality that feels like A warmth inside her cold Like the love one finds from a stone after the sun sets hot upon it then leaves That she can be the retainer of something Cold as a shadow or Hold hot his heat as he shines down so far away To believe in one’s own heart that the sweetness on the tongue Could be the contribution of so many That they would die protecting her She is connected by the drones who serve her The soldiers who die protecting her And the ones that bring pollen to her Even after they all fall down Spent on Earth’s floor Petals to knees, flowers taken in her name The perpetuation that meshes homes stolen Into another’s hive Drones feeding the Queen and the Black stripe That wings back treasures Found in flowers on legs to her Mating and buzzing and buzzing and buzzing;
“...I am here again as your offering, I’ll make the sweetness on your tongue, I’ll be the sting in your heart, I am broken in your love”
And they wear a loyalty to her Linked to the work of what was done Given and taken she is the one who keeps the work and homes of everyone
“...you have always been mine, and I yours. You told me in my mind, in my dreams that time was the work of the bee, for I am your Queen And I am keeping the drippings of sweetness that I have stolen from every land From every native people From the Americas to the Middle East Asia and Africa”
The Queen has reigned this over and Onto all Native peoples She is the Queen of all the bee hives In her name they were taken In her name they were sodomized In her name children were born to children Then quickly died By priests and nuns In her name slaves were made and died And land was taken In her name Grand Chiefs, women children, men Were made to be in her image Like drones In her name children were stolen and returned Walking wounded or buried In her name she took away and occupied it While grafting herself into the circle of lives Making for herself the honey Stealing for herself the flowers Breaking inside all indigenous spirits In her name they became heathen and savage Dividing their families, droning their tongues
And this all done in the passage of mime that Takes time to cut ribbons and plant plants That presides over luncheons And determines which mined jeweled crowns Will mark her seasons In her name The treaties were broken And in her name cancers were spoken In her name oils spilled into turquoise The great mother has stolen and poisoned Our place into the circle of life.
LauraLee K. Harris
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