I am not a poet.. here is a poem

Katie Giovale
7 min readMar 24, 2021

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I am not a poet. But I wrote this poem- it is a map, a process. It traces the reclaimed water that makes fake snow and the justice/ injustice faced by Indigenous tribes in fighting for religious and sacred rights on the San Francisco Peaks in Flagstaff, AZ. This is my first time writing something coherent to put on the internet, yikes. I am nervous but I hope the people that read this will gain something from the experience. Language is all we have and we should use it to write about what we care about. I think this issue is important and I promise the poem isn’t boring and academic! Before you read it though (which you should) I think it is important to disclose my position. I am not Indigenous and do not pretend to speak for Indigenous people. I am a young wealthy white girl trying to finish her undergrad while delving into the injustices that plague this world. This poem is the process and tracing I have begun in researching this issue and having lived in Flagstaff my whole life- sharing a protectiveness towards the mountain that I grew up on. Although this is a poem- and not an academic paper, it is still researched for all you nonbelievers that think abstract and poetic language is uninformed. My understanding also comes from talking to others and my own lived experience. I hope you read it. I hope you listen.

Reclaimed

By: Katie Giovale

Snow- in the desert

A ground of dried pine needles and cinders

the air dusty and thin

The intense sun rays practically igniting a dehydrated Earth

A burnable, flammable mountain

Any water is welcomed- rain, snow, hail or mist

However- not all snow falls from the sky-

Not all snow is a blessing

Some snow

is fake.

It’s made out of reclaimed water

Spewed out of machines into the harsh wind

sending splashes of what looks like ice from a snowcone machine at a carnival.

It meets basic criteria- it looks like snow, it’s cold, it melts, it’s water.

You could drink it, exclaims the commander of the carnival

A spectacle for profit

But don’t eat the ‘snow’, he says.

The extravaganza, the recreation, this pretend snow

It rests on the mountain at a ski resort

Arizona Snowbowl

Just outside the town of Flagstaff on the San Francisco Peaks

Which are North

The mountains are the compass of the town- our guide

Here-Man has overcome nature

Remaking, unmaking, creating, innovating

We don’t need the sky to bless this arid land with water

Climate change has weakened the snowfall we get in the winter each year

It is the snow that gradually builds and melts

ensures the survival of our trees, our plants and animals

But action is only taken when skiing is threatened

when human activities, and the profit

of this twisted attempt to turn a bipolar high desert mountain into a predictable and contained winter wonderland- is jeopardized.

When it comes to protecting the Earth people are mute

But when it comes to protecting profit they shout-

We have a solution!

Fake Snow!

Because real snow is too unpredictable- which mutters the question —

Are we being innovative-inventive-problem-solvers or

Are we playing God?

Waste and Justice meet on this sacred mountain

This fake snow is crunchy and stiff, it does not easily compact into a snowball,

It crackles under our feet, it is more like hail

Made out of reclaimed water- but where does that come from?

Basically from our toilets

Human shit, pee, vomit, and all of our biological waste

With our waste flushed down the toilet, aspects of ourselves go with it

The pills and substances we swallow,- the hormones- estrogen and progesterone, testosterone, and all the other medications catered to our individual needs and bodies

It all goes down through intricate pipes and tunnels

Then it has multiple paths to take to become ‘reclaimed’

Already a sense of ownership is engrained in the word ‘reclaimed’

As if water never belonged to the Earth herself but to be claimed and reclaimed by people

Like a dog marking his territory with urine

Then reclaiming our own waste again on the land we stole

Once arrived-

The ‘water’ that is freshly flushed, impure and dirtied with chunks of biowaste

flows through a screen to remove some of the more distasteful pieces of excrement

Organic and inorganic waste is separated

Placed in a ‘clarifier’ for more solids to float to the bottom

Far from looking like snow- this muddy, horrible smelling slush needs a lot more processing

It is then goes through “the integrated fixed-film activated sludge process”

Activated sludge? Are these feces going to be electrified?

I am not a scientist and how this is ‘activated’ into nitrogen gas is beyond my expertise

It is then cycled back to a “anaerobic digester”

First digested by humans, then redigested with no oxygen or air

Again, this is outside my field — but I am imaging a demon from Hell whose stomach is a black hole ripping all air and life out of the slurry he drinks.

The water continues through more cycles of cleaning, filtrations, disinfection, and neutralization

Now it is water

Or at least it is clear- it meets our standards of cleanliness in regards to how it looks and it meets “…all of the Arizona Department of Environmental Quality’s requirements for high-quality reclaimed water”

Yay! We have this human waste- turned back into ‘pure’ and ‘clean’ water

Then where does it go?

There are a multitude of locations it can be hauled to- one is the Arizona Snowbowl where it is turned into fake snow. However, not all the ‘effluent’ makes its reclaimed existence to be used again by humans.

Some of this is wasted-

poured into the ‘Rio de Flag’ a puddle that has the audacity to be called a river.

But we don’t want it to be wasted- we should use this water.

This is where Justice comes into play

All the reduce reuse recycle patagonia-wearing ‘outdoorsy’ people cheer that we are being sustainable by recycling our toilet water

However, there is a chasm of justice between where the water is wasted and where it is intentionally placed.

We are forgetting that this is stolen land

That this mountain- our guide north- is sacred

Not only because it is beautiful, enchanting

The Peaks are their own world- new elevation

An entirely different ecosystem rising above a dry desolate land

It’s religious connotation is not lost- it was named by colonizers ‘San Francisco” after Saint Francis- the catholic saint

But let us not forget that over thirteen native tribes presently and historically lay claim to the sacredness of the mountains over centuries if not thousands of years

  1. Diné
  2. Acoma
  3. Fort McDowell
  4. Mohave Apache
  5. Havasupai
  6. Hopi
  7. Hualapai
  8. San Carlos Apache
  9. San Juan Southern Piaute
  10. Tonto Apache
  11. While Mountain Apache
  12. Yavapai- Prescott
  13. Zuni

Sacredness should not be taken lightly

The mountain holds creation stories

It is a place of healing, prayers, ceremonies and rituals

It grows herbs for medicine men

For the Hopi- It is the resting place of the Kachina spirits who live in the clouds

the spirits that bring rain for the crops,- water

Water that becomes tainted when landing on this fake snow

that carries a multitude of chemicals and hormones

Science suggests that it feminizes the frogs

It harms rare flora and fauna

It threatens the water aquifer

It bleeds into the mountain

It is the recycling of human waste being carelessly regurgitated onto a sanctuary

Imagine the havoc that would erupt if someone peed in a pool of holy water

We are supposed to be a country that idealizes religious freedom

The mountain is the church

The water is sacred

Hence, a battle was fought between Snowbowl and tribes

One side fighting for religion and protection

The other for profit and expansion

Justice takes many forms- the courts are the most privileged

The jargon of laws and treaties

Indigenous communities are not unconditioned to the broken promises engrained in these documents

The fight between the Arizona Snowbowl and Indigenous communities climbed to the 9th circuit court

The AZ supreme ruled in favor of Snowbowl

It denied the religious rights of tribes

Again, betrayed but not defeated

by a system of ‘justice’ wielded as colonial weapon

Religious freedom only goes so far until it is placed in opposition against men gaining profit

Men who desire to command a mountain

As if it could be tamed

And all this For What?

For Sport

To ski and snowboard.

Often times we are asked to make sacrifices to create change

Change is a necessary part of justice

If something is a sacrifice we are giving it up at some expense of our own

I love downhill skiing- both my parents are expert skiers who took to the slopes their whole lives

Of course being outside is thrilling

The rush of racing-

gaining momentum as you glide down the slopes is exhilarating

But I won’t go- as many other skiers in this town won’t.

We see the impunity and the destruction and expansion of Snowbowl for its corruption

Not only is it the fake snow

It’s the continued unearthing of meadows and trees

It’s blatantly ignoring tribal consultation

It’s treating the mountain like an exploitable playground

maximized for our recreation and enjoyment.

But this isn’t a park for tyrannical children

It’s a place of worship- and we need to grow up and stop our childish attempts to control the natural elements

If Justice is denied in the courts maybe it can be made in our sacrifices

Just like the mountain, steady, prevailing and unyielding

People have not stopped fighting to protect the peaks

Boycotts, protests, documentaries and debates flourish around this mountain

Some are in the media, some are more quiet

Some require us to look deeply and uncomfortably at the exclusions

The history of colonialism in our town, marking an unhealed wound

becoming actualized in the present

Snowbowl is a contusion, a laceration on the peaks

The routes are gashes scraped into the skin of the mountain

They leak and ooze

become infected, contaminated

And drain down to be swallowed by the forest

Fake snow and reclaimed water seem

At first

be a transformation of waste

An innovation that is helpful

Look closer.

on the sacred mountain it is a poison

It becomes a neutralized weapon

Altering the natural surroundings

slowly and quietly- as not to seem suspecting

It is colonialism mutating itself hideously in concealed ways

Contorting the theft of land and people to fit the present day

Stripping tribes of religious freedom

Stripping land

The mountain needs to be refilled, repaired, returned,

Reclaimed

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Katie Giovale
Katie Giovale

Written by Katie Giovale

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