To the Child Born in the Age of Technology

To the child born in the age of technology,

we will bring you gifts unlike you could ever

fathom, floating in your muted world of white light

and noise. Into this weary ol’ world

we’ve kept up appearances: See how she’s

alive and pumping with all the virtual wires

and webs we so creatively weaved.

 

And we will kill all the beasts

and pave your way with their bleached bones.

 

For the child born in the age of technology,

we will wrap you in soft cloth, you having newly

washed ashore, fallen from stardust, mixed with the sea

and salt, that spiraling thumb print

upon your head—showing us (though, we’re not

believers anymore) from what extinct

God you might’ve come.

 

And we will give you knowledge above all else.

Our hearts and ears evolve obsolete.

 

The child born in the age of technology has foggy-blue

eyes that hold remnants of a judicial tide swayed

by the moon. All newborn babes wince back

in pain at the unyielding, unbearable

light we pin you—un-cocooned,

flailing in this artificial time,

this artificial halo

of light.

Anna M. Nelson is a creative writing student at the Institute of American Indian Arts (IAIA). Anna is a Truman Capote recipient and is the current N. Scott Momaday recipient at IAIA. She is a descendent of the Seminole Tribe of Florida and is also Crow. She is currently looking for a publisher for her first book of poetry with animals as her muse. This is the third consecutive year she has won top honors in the Tribal College Journal writing contest.

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