Fence Sentry

A cragged post stands a sentry fence

Holding ownership’s flags of forbiddance

Barriers connected with stern barbs and wire

And the medicine man dances the tribe’s dire

For the ranchers hold the land’s sentiment of aridness

With landscapes of ponderous yellow burnt starkness

And the vanishing points are jejune illusions

As are western deserts the home of delusions.

Phote: Brenda Krysh