tall prairie grasses
wind whipped, without lament
bison bones,
now soul wedded with soil
wagon wheel ruts
petrified with time, tracks
followed like words on the page
no scent of the sojourners' saga
remains
for mongrel dogs that hunt
or 21st century two legged creatures
who cruise control across mouthless lands
that once spoke of promise
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 10:34 PM UTC
tall prairie grasses
wind whipped, without lament
bison bones,
now soul wedded with soil
wagon wheel ruts
petrified with time, tracks
followed like words on the page
no scent of the sojourners' saga
remains
for mongrel dogs that hunt
or 21st century two legged creatures
who cruise control across mouthless lands
that once spoke of promise
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