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The Story of a Wild Indian in America

Crawdad Nelson

Hand, Tooth, Nail, October 2005

detecting history in the park

hearing it through delicate earphones

his dark fingernails looking for pioneers

what do you find? coins, buttons, bullets, crude tools.

coins, buttons, bells-broken things-broken...striking workers,

volunteers, draftees, men walking to work women working

all the woodpiles all the mud.

Somehow everyone ends up together

-when the river gives

What's that in the mud you've made a little hole you're watching

the city through a hole in the ground you're backtracking

You've more or less gone ass-up to the latest presidential address

language can be heard dying in the air

What can you hear? the code of beep or no beep

yes or no yes or no

When a television comes into view I don't know

maybe the ball game maybe a short battle

maybe an embarassing celebrity moment

maybe a few hours of reruns...

what do you see in that hole after all, the Spanish American war

is in there booming up San Juan hill in tight pants and gaiters

yelling bully!

Spanish American war living on bacon and beans polishing bayonets

playing cards

waxing goatees

drinking battlefield gin

1905 world series in there ducking a fastball

Communist party in there becoming a footnote

Monroe Doctrine in there.Great Society in there...Great Depression in there

Vietnam war in there, parked its corvette and let its girlfriend have the keys

sat in that mud praying

right there...down in that little hole, chipping your fingernails

pulling out collar-bones, pulling up steamships, discovering

where the widow put the bottle, where the preacher put the glove

what do you find in that hole, while the language itself is torn

like a bit bull and thrown

like a drunken cowboy

broken bones, complicated fractures of the funny bone

as you lie there sagging in drink years later

saying over and over what the river gives

its all in that hole, Philadelphia dollars and St Joe horseshoes

lying there curled like signals in the mud

you can see the whole west carved up on a map

and maybe one lone Indian, one complete renegade

living alone in the Yuba river canyon.

Published by Crawdad Nelson

I'm a student, journalist, naturalist and forager. I've worked in a variety of occupations, from greenchain puller to small magazine editor, sometimes more than one at a time.  View profile

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