i put on the skin of a prairie buffalo
to keep my chin up cheerfully
at a time when i am unemployed
in this land of plentitude of prejudice
my wearing of this skin for too long
makes my heart pound like a buffalo’s
even as i now feel like this hardy creature
becoming extinct in its chosen territory
the stink emanating from this skin
permeates into to my blood stream
feeding my brain to think like a buffalo
as i roam in this green land
i have in the past heard of reincarnation
and have explored the natural selection
as i studied in school theories of
evolution
but reverse i see: an immigrant to a buffalo
henry victor
25.04.2007
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