Protest Poem

Anne Whitehouse

          In memory of Katie Lee (1919-2017)

I only had a decade in Glen Canyon,
from my first visit to when they destroyed it.
In that blissful time when I was a river runner,
I swam in its potholes and waterfalls
and explored its hundred side canyons, each one unique.
The rapids and the breezes blowing over them
spoke to me like dear companions.
When I was with them, I never felt alone.

When they drowned that place, they drowned my whole guts.
I will never forgive the bastards. May they rot in hell.
My human race betrayed me, greedy fools
with the mania to destroy all the sanctuaries.
I don’t care if we’re all blotted out.
I’d rather be a coyote.



Anne Whitehouse, is the author of six poetry collections—The Surveyor’s Hand, Blessings and Curses, Bear in Mind, One Sunday Morning, The Refrain, and her new volume, Meteor Shower, published by Dos Madres Press in 2016. Recent honors include winner of the 2016 Songs of Eretz poetry prize, first prize in the 2016 RhymeOn! poetry contest, 2016 Poems of gratitude award, and second prize in 2016 F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald Museum poetry contest.

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