Grown To Love Cowboys
Please don't speak his trumped up name
Like ValdeMore
and more
and more hard-played cards
in my competing hand,
history echoes such dark memories
fettered, now and then,
by death's final reincarnation
Because some will claim
his was a name
for Boys will be CowBoys
all White the privileged
well-capitalized same,
An unspoken name
for Wild CowBoy Lost,
a martyr for washed out
useless
stupidly competitive lives
following red's latest overpowering authority
shifting and shifty
while barely surviving Followers
deny, or even religiously
rapturously celebrate
Earth's final redhot climate death
And others will take up his StraightWhiteMale
miseried DeathCulture tune
and persistently
resistantly speak his name
as if its virally true
red white and deadly blue,
He was wild;
A cowboy who could buy your ranch
and you
and all your neglected and abused riches
for tomorrow,
and all Earth treasures
borrowed from health manifest,
destiny of win/win Wild Liberating Bounty,
beautiful green democratic Us
Who barely remember
his weaponized
violent
CowBoy name.
1/23/21
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2021
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