she buried that knot
on the bone prairie....
where the coyotes prowl
to the lee of scree...
with a corn pone that never saw a cob
took the longshot hung from a stonesong fob...
wrapped it up in weir stickles, ditched the mob....
yippee ai-o-tie-yay....
yippee-ai-o-tie...eh?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem