Neighbors’ Pasture
Trespass
“I was a very small child when the first white people came into our country. They came like a lion, yes, like a roaring lion.”
—Sarah Winnemucca Hopkins, 1882
what wilds life but
oak and fire
a pasture leaping
with breeze and spotted
knapweed
what was once called
“the great grasshopper
visitation of 1873”
today, hay
bales rolled up,
each strand a wave
& two slaughtered sheep
buried beneath
cheat-grasses
almost meticulously
but when
the mountain lion
returns to eat
a trap
I’m told
their meat
is as good
as gold
and the skull
a treasure
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