A Song for Santa Cruz Island
I might have been a late arrival
But I’ve been here all this time
I was here when the plates collided
I passed the bread and wine
I was here when we emerged from weeds
When the heavens gave us fire
When our songs kept our mother awake
When the rainbow held us higher
Vizcaíno saw me here in 1602
He called me by my name
The island of Bearded people it was
And to this day remains
I saw them come and plant the grapes
To sip the nectar from the vine
Prohibition shut them down
But the idea was never mine
The sheep were led to slaughter
And silent so was I
When the cotton gin reduced their worth
To diamonds in the sky
I saw the pigs run feral
Chased off by dogs who fell from the air
The pigs are gone and the bacon fried
You’d never know they were there
My name is Stanton now and so it was
On the day I signed
And gave the land unto the guards
I was ill but I wasn’t blind
They will keep it from abomination
A trampled barren place
But I’m well aware they’d sell the air if they could
As well as these lines upon my face
It’s for the good I’m sure they’d say
They’ll save the earth with money
Listen at the gate when I pass in the night
I’m laughing but nothing is funny
I did what I must and not without Caire
How I longed for a better hand
It was them and their lawyer’s greed
Or else it was the land
I’m the homesick Italian that built the Chapel
With bricks of my own red earth
And I’m the one that’s buried there
Whose death precedes his birth
At the altar I have heard
The mighty man’s confession
And to the courtyard I have marched
In his funeral procession
I stood last night beneath the moon
Where they’ve sold God for the highest bid
I may have defied their lawyers decrees
Breathing a graven image in the mist as I hid
From watching eyes I was not seen
Except by the all-seeing lens
To which I danced and jigged about
As one does when among their friends
Today I rise with a mist in my eyes
Tired from last night’s dance
I called out from among these ancient trees
And I answered with a glance
And here I stood among the saplings
When first their roots went down
The mighty eucalyptus whose beauty invades
Like a king in quest of a crown
The fox and the eagle and the vanishing trees
The trees they love to rhyme
The eagle loves the fattened calves
But the foxes they are mine
I might have been a late arrival
But I’ve been here all this time
I was here when the plates collided
I passed the bread and wine