V. Rebellion
~
The Ninth day of August,
Sixteen-Eighty,
don Antonio de Otermín,
governor and captain
of His Majesty’s province,
New Mexico Land,
states he had received
“Some noteworthy news
of general disturbance.”
The Pueblo Indians,
now Christian converted,
are “convoked, allied, and
confederated”
to revolt from this Kingdom
and destroy all at hand,
in four day hence,
here, where we stand.
The night of the Thirteenth,
the marked day,
the Pueblo, Apache,
spurred on by Popé,
will fall upon Spaniards
with intent to slay,
or expel if not kill,
to drive them away.
The word of rebellion
was outed by runners –
captured, confessed,
and confirmed all the rumors.
On deerskin tethers,
a knot for each day,
that remained for Spain
to live and to die.
Apprised their intentions
were given away,
Popé stepped up
the revolt to next day.
Otermín reconnoitered,
reconnaisanced, forewarned
too late, too little
before they were stormed.
The Tenth day of August
the storm was unleashed.
Otermín attempted
to sue for the peace.
The Pueblo, past reason,
the time now for treason –
the wrong God
must now be impeached!
Otermín ordered
his people to gather,
assemble together
for strength and their safety,
at least for those left
in the city, Santa Fé.
And Otermín sent
his agents for help,
not knowing he sealed
each agent’s ill health.
Throughout on the one day,
of August Thirteenth,
reports of the death
and atrocity cam in –
Bad News! to the men,
the prisoners of Popé.
The Fifteenth, the Pueblo
fell onto the town –
thus, then, began
five days of siege
on the grandchildren
from Oñate’s age.
The Twentieth grew grim
for the Spaniards within:
No water, no food; no aid.
Otermín held
no action, bale:
to die here of thirst,
or die in a thrust;
the latter, cannot
be the worst.
They charged forth and fought
twenty-five hundred aught
Pueblo, outnumbering them.
A rout there ensued
upon their besiegers,
which allowed Otermín
to gather, thereafter, his men.
The decision was made
for the very next day,
to abandon the colony, and go.
The defeat was complete!
The Pueblo had won.
Eighty-two years
and Oñate was gone.
They had achieved
what none other had done,
before, or would do thereafter:
a complete setback
for Europe’s expansion.
But, Oh!
what the price,
retribution?
~
©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn
12July2013
It is great! I look forward to the next epic poem
lovin’ this! Poetry as history, history as poetry. Hope to read more.