Sunday, July 13, 2025

Poem: Sanctuary

 

Sanctuary

 

each patch of bark

the flank of a beast

which had lived before Winchesters.

 

auroch and bison

stampede before me, up a loblolly,

in a vast single herd.

 

i hug tight

their revelrous snort and scent,

feel the pulse of their hooves

 

across my sternum

as i shimmy to climb ... 

 

my tears not enough

to free the bellowing wanderlust

consigned to a trunk.

 

exiled these beasts, 

gone from prairies when peregrine vigor

ran muscled and wild.

 

this their sanctuary now, this tree,

where no primate of my greedy ilk

can roam.

 

 

 

 

 

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