A boney bunch they are,


teetering, and wary,

toddling over slender self-made paths.


parading high above the dappled desert floor,

above the stalagmitic honey-caves

adorned with combs the size of boars

and sticky-drip-traps.

Above, they tramp.

Above the filagrees of palm

and desert willow

and the drizzled valley.

They think themselves creators of all this,

their universe

Because? Because all they see is of them

and ever more has been.

They’ve never heard the

bleat of foreign

mountain sheep

Nor news of other bovidae

Save one:

A bitter goat invader

wandered there and died of thirst.

A fellow coprinae, named Anza.

A Basque, they say,

successful til it

made a turn and,

lost its herd,

    its sure-foot tribe,

    its prong-ed kin.

And when his bones were clean

   and bleached

he looked just like the others.

LLyn De Danaan

June 22, 2018

About Llyn De Danaan

LLyn De Danaan is an anthropologist and author. She writes fiction and nonfiction. Katie Gale: A Coast Salish Woman's Life on Oyster Bay was published by the University of Nebraska Press. She is currently a speaker for Humanities Washington.
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