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
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.