Going down

Out here Indians weeped

buffalo once roamed

on an impulse greed ran

life into the ground

’til nothing was left around.

This old homestead

still accepts each setting sun

has memories of

suffering from guns.

Imagine the view from

a windowsill

believing life can be


before going down.

burn baby burn

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