FRIDAY THE 13th - inauspicious day to post this poem, but here goes:
THE YELLOWSTONE ELEGY Our last day will begin the same as any other, but before that evening falls, a corner of Wyoming will be gone. A sound not heard these million years will deafen people in New England, bury this our continent, bring on a global winter, make us re-define just what we mean by... Sign in to see full entry.