Nov 222015
leonard youngbear says
in the old days there was no such thing
as trash
native camps left ashes only
or bones bits of hide feathers
mounds of buffalo dung
what dogs didn’t eat
coyotes did
or wind snow rain
beneath trees and prairie grass
everything from the earth
returned
human life too leonard says
should be like that
i know i say i’m not afraid anymore
of dying it’s trash
worries me it’s caskets
tin cans foil plastic wrappers
yellow rubber raincoats don’t rot
don’t burn bury them
and something spits them back
i’d sooner fall in the wild
where small swallows of me
will swim downstream next time
in the cold eyeball of a fingerling
a morsel of my ragged flesh
fueling the wings of a young bird
learning to fly