Poets are scarcer
Than pumas now
Boxed in
Lobo canyons
They hunt for
Caves
And finding none
Their claws
Are left
Dangling
From businessmen
Trapping taxis
And Mexican
Virgins
Miraculously
Extinct
The border wars
Are over now
And meat to grind
Crosses through
Plastic yet
Lyrically cost
This old paper
Back when
Pulp was
Still wood
Yellows like
A lioness
Dead
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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