Canny Amah Poet I do not know?

And the Cows Came

(letters to my presido-elect): ii

the dregs
of the libations
enticing the gods
upon the shrines
of the uncurbed squander
of the treasuries –
o, the squander 
of earth’s roots!

& the kins sigh
as the mothers cry
for the fathers lie
in the tombs
the untimely tombs
of countless days –

& the uncurbed coronations
of the cows
reached the pompous limits:
the roof of native skies!

(TO BE CONTINUED)

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