Conquistadors in the Colonies

Editor’s Note: This poem by Cathryn Hankla is being presented as part of our special focus on poetry during #PoetryMonth in April. Please read our introduction to the series.


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To be constantly reminded of who won the war.
To be constantly reminded that the conquerors
are good. That their intentions are loving.

To walk outside and observe a couple of cardinals,
to listen to their song remembering
the appropriation of song, the suppression

of certain tongues, the oppressor’s constant struggle
to overcome the cardinals, to locate their nest
before the eggs open. Or to condition their children

to fly with their heads looking over their shoulders.
One flew backwards. One flew into a windowpane.
One could never learn. It was slow.

Someone said, “They’re all like that.”
Someone else nodded.


Used with permission from Mercer University Press

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