If you want to see a buffalo
Be quiet
Check your heels
Go south and west not so far
If you walk around here chances are
Your standing on their bones
Real deep down are bones from buffalo who died of old age
Whose bodies nourished the ground
As they fell into an eternal sleep
Wrapped in the earths embrace
But closest to your souls
Are the buffalo the “American” killed
With evil in his heart
They died with the fright of the human possibilities
If you want to see a buffalo
Be quiet
