The Civil War
In Nebraska was waged
With a particular ferocity
The absent trees
Hid their shadows
Beneath acres of prairie grass
The coffin makers were all on strike
They buried their saws & hammers
Dreamed of becoming a telegram
Inside an acorn hitchhiking to Oregon
The earth kept hugging
All the skulls of buffalo beaver bear
Sometimes Right along a river bank
A spray of moonlight would accent
A necklace of fox bones high up in an eagle’s nest
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