The Vanishing Valley
The valley, a woman lying on her back,
legs spread wide
wet by constant rain
her geography.
An immense fertile expanse screams as
She’s slowly raped
By brutal land grabbers
Profiteers of progress
Her once lush fields concretized, paved
Over with Super-sized Wal-Marts
And parking garages
For posh restaurants
The new cowboys ride golf carts and
Line up at Rite-Aid
To fill prescriptions for
Limp dicks
Where o where have all the cowboys gone?
She sobs.
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