Taxonomy
The ancestors live in boxes now. I live squared—
only head. The world is blue screen, is scream.
Name something intact—without acronyms.

Morning cormorant a silhouette—elongated
in familiar, a routine of hunger then bulk.
We swallow whole the impossible. No one
feeds prettily. Avert your eyes, survive.

The ancestors live in white—cardboard boxes.
I am fasting. No news feed. Or rumor. Politics
a super spreader. How we shelter in non-places.

Here the hooked bill of the cormorant fills
(I ignore the chat, have exited the zoom room).
My dry throat opens—to swallow, convulses
by reflex or instinct. Waterbirds, we live this story.

Ancestors wait on shelves in numbered boxes.

They dive, propel themselves with webbed feet.
Shaggy cormorant wings spread wide to dry.
Perhaps we are not praying when we lift our hands.
from the book ANCIENT LIGHT / University of Arizona Press
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The title “Taxonomy” sets up as context the study and classification of beings. Such study presumes authority and ownership over “other” beings, which here includes “ancestors.”  The poem repeats images of containment (white cardboard boxes, blue screen, prey in the throat of the predator) and employs discordant juxtapositions (the cormorant, the zoom room, ) to interrogate contemporary society including the settler colonial collecting of Indigenous bodies. It also suggests an alternate “intact” world, the “perhaps” world of the waterbirds, one “without acronyms.”

Kimberly Blaeser on "Taxonomy"
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