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
silverbackgorillapoetry.com 
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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i like the rebellious outlook of the destruction of our prairies but seeing the fight of renewal up ahead… that’s what i saw… i don’t think we realize the strength of regrowth and how sometimes it has to be burned in a fire to be reborn… great response to the wordle
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