Climate Changed
Climate Changed is a visual poem reflecting on the frantic consumption and destruction of our era. A few years after creating this piece, I encountered a mythology shared across many Native cultures on Turtle Island called the “Dance of the Cannibal Giant.” This story is skilfully articulated in an excerpt from the book Sacred Instructions: Indigenous Wisdom for Living Spirit-Based Change by Sherri Mitchell, Weh’na Ha’mu’ Kwasset. I am reminded that the sentiments in the poem are not new; they have been expressed before and are older than we think. Please find both Climate Changed and the excerpt below.
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“There is a character in Wabanaki mythology named Kiwawk, the Cannibal Giant. He is also known to other Native cultures, though they call him by different names. To several of the plains tribes, he is known as Wetiko. The Ojibwe call him Wendigo. He is a cannibalistic spirit that feeds on greed, excess, and unchecked consumption. Kiwawk resides deep in the forest, insulated from the disturbances of the outer world. He remains there, peacefully asleep, until the cries of the Earth Mother awaken him. Kiwawk has only one task: to protect the Earth Mother from being destroyed by mankind. Once he is awakened, he infects mankind with a spiritual illness, an illness that affects the mind and leads to a suicidal path of endless consumption.
The Earth Mother calls to Kiwawk when the people of the Earth begin consuming faster than she can produce, and when she is being damaged faster than she can heal. Kiwawk lulls humanity into a trancelike dance of mindless consumption. Then he quickens the pace until our dance becomes frenzied, eventually dancing us to our destruction. He does this so that the Earth Mother can heal and renew herself. Our elders tell us that Kiwawk is awake and humanity is infected by his disease. If left unchecked, this illness will destroy all human life. There is only one way for us to stop this dance with Kiwawk and put him back to sleep, and that is for us to wake up.
Mitchell, Sherri L. Sacred Instructions: Indigenous Wisdom for Living Spirit-Based Change. pg. 47-48, North Atlantic Books, 2018.
We do not struggle to understand
we are reluctant to remember
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with one eye open
and the other eye closed
we watched her being eaten
and eat too.
some of us eat through our own mouth
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some of us eat through the mouths of our neighbours
some eat through the mouths of ancestors
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And let us not forget what some ancestors have eaten.
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In devouring we forgot, we too, are devoured
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In devouring her, we forget, we devour ourselves
we are afraid to realise
that the climate has changed
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and we have too.
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It all happened in a forgetful sleep
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As we continue to look away
sleep walking in a frenzy of mastication
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wasps in my stomach scuttle,
fizz and hiss
they shiver up through my throat
their protest fills my eyes and ears with white noise
In devouring her,
we forget,
we devour ourselves
Dear child of the setting sun
a new world is being born
the old world's maps are falling obsolete
and their direction growing dim
gather your wits
prepare your tools
and grasp the hands of your sister
the winds have changed
and the whispers of dawn
call for new map makers