Sunday, March 3, 2013

The Arrival of History

When they came and gave us
history,
They defined it.
They told us what stories
meant.
They taught us symbols.
In the letters of the textbook
we froze it
And learned it up:

Dates standing at the frontiers
like sentry.
Jargon of one fights
with another's.
We fight over truth.
Over Bounderby's "hard facts".

And when we slept we hear
history
Whispering through the
(hi)stories of grandmother,
(Hi)stories that circulate like
a fluid
Like lies and gossip
Like desire and desire.

Light feathery stories.
After we slept
they would alight on the textbooks
and tell them stories.
Their histories.

While we'd sleep
With our eyes smeared with
the dreams of storytellers.