Visions of a long ago past
keep clouding my brain,
carrying me back in time
when herds of shaggy buffalo
roamed the verdant plains,
grazing peacefully on the lush
grasses and thinking of little
except taking the next bite.
Nomadic tribes followed the
mighty herds, giving praise
to their gods for the wonders
of sustenance freely given.
Every sinew, every shard of bone,
every inch of hide valuable gems
for improving the quality of life.
Brave warriors, dressed in hides
and lathered in specially-made
potions encircle the unmindful
beasts, seeking those best suited
for the entire tribe’s needs.
Never taking more than would be
consumed, never wasting gifts
for the sake of one small part,
and always thanking the beast’s soul,
for dying so that others may live.
Traditions broken by the arrival
of ungrateful hunters who willingly
destroyed the herds to line their small
pockets with precious gold coins,
in their wake leaving only the
footprints of times long past.