Sitting High: 1884, 2015
Oil on Canvas
Sitting High: 1884
Looking at them with 21st Century eyes
It is hard not to only see destruction and shame
Do you suppose they know
what lies ahead? The way
the horizon here can bend
or revealing, by atmospheric whim
the shame of the edge of the known.
Or accompany him to an important meeting?
aspen and fence at attention
like bars of a jail, or an honour guard.
Sad horse in a pretty dress
and these unsmiling Mounties
one wears a name – McCauley – that will
become synonymous with struggle.
Is it sternness? Arrogance?
up or down, concealing
Do they detain the man?
Do they see how long
is the journey past that?
Chief Ermineskin, sitting high
Wears regalia that will be outlawed,
That will survive; that will become
Flag and stereotype and homecoming.
Poetry by Anna Marie Sewell and Danielle Metcalfe-Chenail