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I’m nowhere near as clever as George Saunders. You might be here looking for something else, something more profound or even biting satire or absurdism but, nope, just me in a cave.
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One must learn to give the Bull the things/
it needs: space, grass and grain, his mates/
and offspring, and elude the things/
its momentary fury wants- your death
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Essences of bull and bison,//
stag and horse, illuminate/
the stony underground.
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and, under foot,//
dark caves waiting/
with their unseen pigments/
adorning forgotten walls.
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