Your Easter, My Easter, Our Easter
poem
Article voiceover
Somebody asked me what it meant to my tribe when the Grand Coulee Dam took away our wild salmon and I said, "It's like living in a world where Jesus never rolled aside the stone and rose from his tomb."
Beautiful poem! Thanks for sharing!
Also if others haven't already done this, I would recommend listening to the voiceover as well as reading on the screen. Hearing the poem aloud made me feel the structural choices as opposed to thinking about them.
Thanks for your poem. Here in South Dakota we have seven dams on the MIssouri River that flooded the rich bottomlands once inhabited and hunted by the Lakota, Nakota, and Dakota peoples. You look at lakes differently when you realized how much they cover that has been taken.