The Multitude by Ellen Hinsey
Standing at the edge is the great Multitude.
They inch forward in their rags and hunger. Their movement along the ground lifts the sound of ancestral migrations.
They are carrying the dark water of need in their eyes; they are carrying the first vowels, the first consonants,
But their mouths are silent, and watchful.
And the great scavenging wings hang over them; the raven eyes hunting among the muteness of the winding cortege.
Beside them are the pools filled with the specters of famine, civil war, drought--
They become one body, a muscle of need. A testament of want.
And night--which is always upon them-rides them like the wild horses of the storm-filled plains.
They will inherit the earth only when the final pilgrimage is done.
For in this life, the crystal lake and the great sword of understanding, raised high, will not show them mercy.
Far off, in the West, a light burns brightly. But it is not for them. |
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Copyright © 2013 by Ellen Hinsey. Used with permission of the author. |
Guest Editor Arthur Sze was elected Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets in 2012. He is a professor emeritus at the Institute of American Indian Arts and the first poet laureate of Santa Fe.
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