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TELLURIDE POETRY inspired by Jean M Rikhoff by Jean M Rikhoff What's the matter with you people? Who live ten thousand feet above Bushland where boys are sent to fertilize foreign fields legs blown away, arms they cannot find, heads with holes where their brains have been You are inhabiting Shangri La with newly spewed lynx and the cry for wolves from restocked supplies since you shot them all and hucksters panting to pave meadows over with Wal-Marts You lust for luxury hotels with cement instead of mountain views fields famine from trees destined for movie-star mansions every Telluride Watch I read shows pages of places priced beyond what my father earned in a lifetime Leave it alone, that is the message we should shout across the land before there's nothing left to mourn and Telluride seems sown with salt instead of snow Like once-great Carthage that now is gone
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