Buffalo 86

Gut blown distended and turgid splurged with carcass

Gnawed to the stuffing blood crisp from the charcoal

Wood blended synthetically with the ease to ignite

Fire in the belly and death is alive

Ratcheting chemically that the mechanic failed

To gnash the tissue before the stomach flopped the mission

Signaling a body is approaching middle age

Pharmaceutical contingency that intake and processing time

Are segregating a once tangent mathematical curve

Life is escalating its commitment towards cessation

One too many mornings of wake, haze thirst and only so few

One less and striate the sinew into strips of regret

That a man should not attempt to digest an entire buffalo herd

In one sitting; so generals decide to abandon the bodies in the field

Beckoning back as boots march in the opposing horizon

The flies begin to give birth over the torpid muscle

Done twitching to shift green for the vulture’s gluttony

Beaks bicker forming political parties to disseminate the bounty

When voting fails, the jackals rush in and tear walls of statehood

The largest behemoth cannot resist the urge to try to consume it all

So in joining the fallen eaten by the maligned

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