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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