like smoke signals
rising in air mists
gossiping clouds
amongst the tribes
the canyons echo
reverberating sounds
left by buffalo
once a thousand strong
their spirits still linger
upon the prairies
majestic and proud
dust from their hooves
become the ground
now there were airplanes
to thunder the sky
CNN preaching war was good
though people were starving
all over the world
someone somewhere expresses anger
blood was blood
wherever it’s spilled
children cry when they
are yelled at and the
righteous feel justified
images swirl and the earth spins
aware of its own dark and light
i let out a smoke ring
whirling exhale
consumed,
i’m just having a moment