Kenzie Allen
even the word extinction/can't be/written in Oneida

 

Talon to talon, the henhouse sinks.

Lest the atoll lesson you, nestle you,

token unknowns lay slain in heat—

the hawk, a husk, the swan, a swathe.

Telltale wheat, at least, enlists an ask

we hustle to instill. Keen to kneel

within thistles, we tunnel shale

into oilwells, into noise, into silt

lean-tos. I was a hailstone, nautilus,

I was a netless heist. No illusion,

no keyhole; only an easel at stake.

Yet, I outstay the swallowtails. I take.

I shall not atone. Lieutenant to that tenet,

I lathe the lake—leonine, alone.

 

 

 

 

 

*This poem is a lipogram using only the 13 letters that correspond between English and Ukwehuwehnéha (Oneida) language
Found In Volume 55, No. 06
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About the Author

Kenzie Allen is the author of Cloud Missives (Tin House, 2024). She is a Haudenosaunee poet and multimodal artist, and the recipient of a 92NY Discovery Prize, an inaugural James Welch Prize for Indigenous Poets, the 49th Parallel Award in poetry, broadside prizes from Sundress Publications and Littoral Press, and fellowships from Vermont Studio Center, Aspen Writers’ Foundation, and In-Na-Po (Indigenous Nations Poets). A finalist for the National Poetry Series, her poems have appeared in Poetry magazine, Boston Review, Brick, Narrative magazine, Poetry Daily, Best New Poets, and other venues. She is a first-generation descendant of the Oneida Nation of Wisconsin.