Bison's Demise
In all that crowd
To die alone
The guns so loud
The massive bone
Crumbling neath weight
Of flesh and death
And without hate
Made the worst yet
Hearing just glee
A glimpse of grass
Bowed to its knee
And great life pass
All bisons gone
And man alone
Is left enthroned
To die alone.
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