Alligator Poem #23/ Bison Poem

Remember those prairies vivid with the black tufts of bison. Their aimless mooing and slow paced grazing. How they trimmed the prairie grasses with lazy pride while all around them clots of arrows and the horrid yelping of maniacs.

Now only the swamps of alligators. The slow feeding of alligators. On dense clots of meat. On pond scum. On the floating of what was once alive.