After the Fact
Donít curse me, Small-Eyed Bear,
now Wildcatís carried me home.
Tracking us across mountains,
he uncovered his brotherís cadavers.
When they hunted elk,
you stole my clothes as I bathed.†††††††††††††††††
Your two children have emptied me.
Theyíll soon be rotund, like you.
Iíll never arrange your food again.
Never sweep your shack, either.
In your pursuit to retake me,
youíve lumbered into my familyís trap.
You, who forced me from that pool
when I was a mere girl, start wailing.
As Sam said, Letís go down to the Elks
for a drink. Back East, Out West
still, a shotís a shot.†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††
Elks? Elephants? Woolly Rhinoceros?
Why not raccoons? His lodge was Ohio.†††††
Beyond Selah itís elk and deer
not bird and rabbit
except target practice.††††††††††††††††††††††
Put this on the table: No more cattle
in backcountry - no sheep, neither.†††††††††††††††††††††††††
Consider open foothill winter expanse
as saltlick for healthy distribution.
This winter cateringís just wacko.†††††††††††††††
Simple changes, wildlife gets along just fine.
If a Man Goes Wild†††††††††††
If a man goes wild
or loses his mind
he saw two white dogs
If at the creek
he sees a dwarf
heís bound to go balmy.
To see a dwarfís uncommon.
His aunts and his uncles
will counter with moose hides.
Sitting at their
sports bow ties. ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††
But to enter
Contrary to what you might think, Jnanaís not a woman. The nameís Sanskrit, where Rama, Krishna, Shiva, Arjuna, and Ganesha are also all males. Jnana is the author of the novel Subway Hitchikers. His poems appear in or are forthcoming from Typo, Plum Ruby, the Ultimate Hallucination, Northern New England Review, Janus Head, Private Places, Score 19, The Southern New Hampshire University Journal, and Tapestries.