Shadow Skies Above Nevada

Between empty junction gullies of the Dogskin mountains,
the BLM has once again released their Judas horses
luring the free ranging mustangs into capture corrals.

Their crime --- thriving in a battle of survival.
I assure you the Comanche do not dance around the fire,
nor does the ghost of Cortez roll in the wildflowers of El Dorado.

Ironically this native species is now considered feral,
introduced in the very habitat which shaped its evolution,
arcanely empowered to exceed enviromental carrying capacity.

The lands of nature are so dear: rejoice their freedom!
The mountains do not judge, they merely shelter.
Let the mustang graze unfettered through winds of dawn.




Poetry by Brian Oarr
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Written on 2011-10-29 at 03:30

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I like this poem for its clarity of images, and for the memories. I adopted two mustangs years ago, they were more than a handful, but remarkable animals.
2011-10-29


countryfog
The reference to the Comanche is all too apt. What the BLM has done to the habitat of the mustangs (and wolves and countless other species) the Bureau of Indian Affairs did to the Native Americans. Bureaucrats have never encountered a "problem" they couldn't make worse.
2011-10-29