Forgive me, distant wars, for bringing
flowers home.
--Wislawa Szymborska
In the Kashmir mountains,
my brother shot many men,
blew skulls from brown skins,
dyed white desert sand crimson.
What is there to say to a man
who has traversed such a world,
whose hands and eyes have
betrayed him?
Were there flowers there? I asked.
This is what he told me:
In a village, many men
wrapped a woman in a sheet.
She didn't struggle.
Her bare feet dragged in the dirt.
They laid her in the road
and stoned her.
The first man was her father.
He threw two stones in a row.
Her brother had filled his pockets
with stones on the way there.
The crowd was a hive
of disturbed bees. The volley
of stones against her body
drowned out her moans.
Blood burst through the sheet
like a patch of violets,
a hundred roses in bloom.
-Natalie Diaz
Used by permission.
From When My Brother Was an Aztec (Copper Canyon Press, 2012)
Natalie Diaz
grew up in the Fort Mojave Indian Village in Needles, California, on
the banks of the Colorado River. She is Mojave and an enrolled member of
the Gila River Indian Community. After playing professional basketball
in Europe and Asia for several years, she completed her MFA in poetry
and fiction at Old Dominion University. She was awarded the Bread Loaf
2012 Louis Untermeyer Scholarship in Poetry, the 2012 Native Arts and
Cultures Foundation Literature Fellowship, a 2012 Lannan Residency, as
well as being awarded a 2012 Lannan Literary Fellowship. She won a
Pushcart Prize in 2013. Her first book, When My Brother Was an Aztec,
was published in 2012 by Copper Canyon Press. She lives in Mohave
Valley, AZ, and directs a language revitalization program at Fort
Mojave, her home reservation. There she works and teaches with the last
Elder speakers of the Mojave language.
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