A fight to the death
on the priarie
Is a hot-shot way
to foot the reckoning
for the bright pink bloom of resurgence
knotted in perennial grass
Remembered in the dazzling dark silhouettes
the sun sets, an indifferent God
we wish upon
Written for Sunday Whirl

Great piece Matt with a Western-noir feel it, balanced by a sharp cynicism – god seeming to be completely unbothered by our struggles, yet we keep praying anyway🙌
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