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This Bias Against Bison ~ by Lyn Dalebout


1. My feet went walking
in another world
to discover the roots
of this bias against the Bison.

I was barefoot
walking in green grass
in high grass
under a blue sky
an infinitely high
blue sky.

I felt the spirit of the Bison
I was walking amongst
the ghost herds,
sixty million ghosts
of rumbling Bison.

I heard their spirit laughter:
breath of bounty
breath of trusting spirit
breath in knowing all their needs were met.

These were the chosen Bison
trusting the People
giving to the People
in their time of need
still thundering
still breathing quietly amongst their kin
the whole herd
one big kin.

These Bison are returning here
as they once returned
to the spirit world
where I hear them now
rustling, walking,

It takes us here to call them back,
to welcome them home
as history, in continual reversal,
asserts itself again.

They are ready. They''ve wandered
long enough beneath perfect skies.
They want the Earth again.
They want the Earth beneath their feet again.
They seek our help.
They need our help to return them
to the Earth again.

For they are there.
I heard them in the other world.
I await their words.

2.They say they will forgive us
for their slaughter.
Sixty million dead in simply months.
They say some had to leave
for times were dark
as history spiraled to its death.
There would be no place for them,
the place they held:
of bounty and of prayer.
They would have smothered
no b r e a t h no b r e a t h
no room to breathe.

They say there are still no words,
but that we've grown used to
senseless slaughter--
the downside of our species.

Unrelenting domination.
Unbearable disconnection.
We think the way to peace
is bloody war.

3. "You're cracking open.
There is joy returning.
There will be too much light
for some to stay.

We want the Earth again.
We want the Earth beneath our feet again.
If you do not love the Earth
and all her bounty,
then please, remove yourselves,
do not stay.

If you do not love this place
with all your heart
then give it back to us

who fertilized Her unfailingly--
perhaps our greatest gift!--
and grunted the daily language of
thank you!
and of prayer.

Our solo grunts and rumblings,
our massive tribal thunderings,
it was all applause,
all applause
for the universal bounty,
the unEarthly beauty
of this place.

You never knew, but now you know.
You always guessed, but now you know.
It was all applause,
our glad communion with the Earth."

4. My feet went walking
in another world
to discover the roots of bias
against Bison.

They say they will forgive us.
They would provide again
these thundering nations.

For they are there.
We need them here.
They await our word.

Thank you, Lyn, for this incredible gift of your powerful words.

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*By the Numbers
2 years ago

The last wild buffalo populations are currently estimated at fewer than 4,600 individual animals, living in and around Yellowstone National Park. Wild bison are ecologically extinct throughout their native range in North America.

Total Buffalo Killed: 261
Government Capture:
Buffalo Released from Capture:
Government Slaughter:
Held for Government Experiment:
Died In Government Trap:
Miscarriage in Government Trap:
State Hunt: 25
Treaty Hunts: 218
Unknown Hunts: 5
Shot by Agents: 3
Highway Mortality: 7
Cause of Death Unknown:  3

Total Killed in Previous Years
2011-2012: 33
2010-2011: 227
2009-2010: 7
2008-2009: 22
2007-2008: 1,631
Total Killed Since 2000: 4,256

*includes lethal government action, trap-related fatalities, quarantine/experiments, hunts, and highway deaths

1 year ago

Big and shaggy, Slow and Strong, Moving on the Plain.

Buffalo, Tatanka, or Bison, it's the same.

Tilling the soild with big hooves,

lie in the or eat grass...a summer-time break.

Then on the move with the herd alone one the plain,

Year after year, same old trail

Migration calls their name.
                                         ~ Eva Vincent

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