Confession
The great buffalo
Was a great liar.
He promised food
And warmth
And sustainability.
If only love was not a scarcity!
If only the herd was not forced
Moved along plains to
Find greener grass
And I, opposed
Would be rammed against with
Horns
And grunts
And as beautiful the day
I could not see past the landscape
When my sole resource
Was my souless buffalo.
The great, mightly, buffalo!
Strong and sturdy,
Surviving of shaky winds and cold nights
And how?
The great buffalo
Can only be as tall
As his highest stepping stool
And only as rich
As ads can persist
Him to be
And though he comes home
With sharpened horns
He is our
Benefactor
He is
The great
The sacred
The head of
The table
He flexes
And takes arms against me
And the world applauds our dance
While I plead to be free
From the suffocating fur
The great buffalo
Did not expect
To be hunted.
For he was a great liar
And to himself, he agreed
That he was higher than life itself.
That I would not be waiting
In the tall grass of our kitchen
With an arm just as strong
Or that I'd cock the gun
And take back
The greatness
He stole from me.