History Talks in a Boneyard
by Ellaraine Lockie
It began as Boot Hill
Separated by the town from Protestant
and Catholic cemeteries
From their public-park-like preservation
Here heathens and the impoverished
lie eternally under wild grasses
weeds, sagebrush and gopher holes
Corralled by a barbed wire fence
whose missing links create a gate
A few cement block headstones
as decomposed as the bodies beneath
whisper identities in broken English
kanji and hiragana
But the list at the library speaks
loud and clear enough to be heard over
three generations of neglect
With names of Chang, Tanisaki
Cloudy Buffalo, Fugimoto, Mutoo
Nakamoto, Flying Man, Jones, O’Neal
Kirschweng, McGrew and Monteath
Labels of Chinaman, Japanese, Indian
Poor House, Breed, Half-breed, White, Negro
French, Irish, German, Scotch and American
Listed causes of death as direct as the crows
that fly above the burial ground
As socially unsheltered as Montana cowboys
Suicide, alcoholism, gunshot wounds
murder, horse and railroad accidents
amputation, scalding, spasms
exhaustion and unknown
The name became Mt. Hope
A plea answered four times a year
when a Hill County worker
mows the gophers’ pasture
The boneyard guarded by an occasional
Chinese zodiac animal gravestone
guillotined by vandals and time
Originally published in Poetry Cemetery.
PHOTO: Sign at Mt. Hope Cemetery, Havre, Montana.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I grew up in a tiny wheat farming town in Montana, and my family made trips to the bigger town of Havre for weekly shopping, medical appointments, movies, etc. Even with those consistent trips, I was unaware of the existence of Havre’s two separate cemeteries. It wasn’t until one of my adult annual summer stays in my hometown, which still includes weekly trips to Havre for the same reasons, that I became aware of the ramshackle second cemetery where the non-Christians are buried. I was instantly interested in its history and traced it through the local public library. Of course, the poet in me went right to work.
PHOTO: Gravestones at Mt. Hope Cemetery, Havre, Montana, by Kay Young, 1979 (Library of Congress, Montana Folklife Survey Collection).
EDITOR’S NOTE: About 50 miles from the Canada border in north central Montana, Havre was founded in the late 1800s to serve as a service center for the Great Northern Railway, due to its location midway between Seattle and Minneapolis-St. Paul. Originally named “Bullhook Bottoms,” the town held a series of meetings to determine a new name. The original settlers had the final decision, and thanks to a strong French influence, the town was renamed “Havre,” after Le Havre, France. (Source: Wikipedia.)
PHOTO: Saddle Butte, Havre, Montana, postcard designed by KermaB available at zazzle.com.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Ellaraine Lockie’s recent poems have won the 2019 Poetry Super Highway Contest, the Nebraska Writers Guild’s Women of the Fur Trade Poetry Contest, and New Millennium’s Monthly Musepaper Poetry Contest. Her fourteenth chapbook, Sex and Other Slapsticks, has been released from Presa Press. Previous chapbooks have won Poetry Forum’s Chapbook Contest Prize, San Gabriel Valley Poetry Festival Chapbook Competition, Encircle Publications Chapbook Contest, Best Individual Poetry Collection Award from Purple Patch Magazine in England, and the Aurorean’s Chapbook Choice Award. Her poems have found their ways onto broadsides, buses, rented cars, bicycles, cabins, greeting cards, keychains, bookmarks, mugs, coffee sack labels, church bulletins, radio shows, and cable TV. Ellaraine serves as Poetry Editor for the lifestyles magazine, LILIPOH.
Author photo by Alexis Rhone Fancher.
Ellaraine, a powerful poem. I especially like the last line.
Thank you so much, Mary.–Best, Ellaraine
Thought-provoking, gorgeous poem.
Thanks, dear Alexis!
Lovely, and moving. The crows, the gophers, and the mowers have done what they can, but you have brought Hope Cemetery back to life.
I love the stanza of names. So personal and telling. As is the next stanza of causes of death. And then … ‘Mt. Hope.’ You’ve done it again, Ellaraine! A tidy history lesson in the confines of a beautiful poem. Thanks so much for alerting me to this. Stay well.
Thanks so much for the positive feedback, Pat. (I do believe you are my buddy, Patricia Brody, is that correct? Either way, thank you.–Rainy
Beautiful poem
Thanks so much for this positive feedback, Ronald.–EL
Ellaraine: love it. Who knew?! Your words are so picturesque. Maybe you’ve already done a poem on underground Havre? I’ll look for that one. -Suzie
Thanks so much, Suzie, for this positive feedback. I do indeed have a Havre underground poem. Will email . . . now I hope I can find your email address.–EL
When it comes to poems that tell Montana stories, no one tops Ellaraine. Great piece.
Thanks, Steve, for the most positive feedback I could dream of.–EL
Great imagery and thought-provoking sense memory. Whenever we’d go to a new town on a movie location one of the first places we’d go to was the local cemetery. You can tell a lot about a town from the inscriptions on the tombstones and grave marked. Thank you for yet another fabulous poem.
Ellaraine,
As susual, the imagery and “setting” of the poem, inspires me to check out unknowns in my hometown of Omaha. Beautiful, poignant poem. Thanks you!!
Powerful!