Kim Shuck

Purisima Conception


Carved wooden bell, mute in the campanario, the 
Bell, even then, 
Made the mission 

No mention of the uprising, occupation
Only gentle nods that the
First building was hauled up with Chumash help 

I surprise a lizard
Near the rebuilt kitchen
He hides under the Rosemary 

They are careful to hang the mirrors high 
Here by the old 





I have stood in my window
Pitching curses down at
Mission Dolores 

Not my right to forgive
Mass graves
Forced labor camps- neither group
My ancestors 

Instead I
Withdraw my anger
Visit each and
Return that energy to myself 

Invent songs of de-cursing for these
Most going to dust as
Mud will without its water


Kim Shuck