| BFC Buffalo Field Campaign
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| A
poem by Roman Sanchez 1/17/06 |
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The
Wind
did not want me to
sleep this morning
it has been
screaming
all night
the waning Moon sits above
the continental spine
of our Mother
the wind still screams
and the Moon cries
tears of ice
as do I
the wind still screams
nothing is still
the fire rages
in my stove
the wind screams
down the pipe
how many still sleep
through the urgency
of these cries?
Wild Buffalo off to slaughter
off to quarentine
driven into frozen water
DROWNED!
HUNTED DOWN!
the Wind
still
SCREAMS
heart pounds
fists clenched
RAGING
with wind
breathing in
I am
the Wind
still screaming
still raging
While early morning
sun rays paint
eastern sky
I am
the Sun
full of light
and warmth from stove
while wind
still screams
waning moon
rests on continental ridge
fists unclench
heart beat slows
breath picks up
its rythym
while wind still
SCREAMS
this wind
inside of me
I am
WILD
I am
FREE
Much love------for the buffalo------roman |
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