When Robots Rope Cattle
This morning, they change
he presents a case to my heart
to he touches my heart
Adding words I don’t believe in
steely sharks circling a wounded whale
to steely sharks are circling a wounded whale
Correcting something they know
nothing about
the pile of gossip and pain who owes who what
to the pile of gossip and pain who owes whom what
I sit here
looking at three cowhands
buried in a single grave
buried with their boots on
Thanks to Bill, Laverne, and Roberta for the little dogies.
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Ha ha. Love it. My dogies are your dogies. Amazing last stanza.
A good idea for a poem! Well done.
Love this (and the 3 cowhands)!
Brilliant podwork.
The adventures of a writing teacher! Bless you.
love title image and shape of the poem
Enjoyed this so much! Clever lassoing of current state of writing.
You always challenge me with your poetry, Liz. Everything about this one makes me think, pulling me in with every line. Well done.