We Who Are Left Behind by Michael G. Springer

must tighten the cinch / wrap up the reins and open the shoot / eventually this rodeo will buck / us all to the ground

for my brother Greg

must tighten the cinch
wrap up the reins and open the shoot
eventually this rodeo will buck
us all to the ground

it won’t matter much
at that time
who gasps in the stands
if there is a little blood

we won’t cry
if we live long enough
between now and then
we may welcome the thud

perhaps if we cowboyed well
when the moment arrives
we’ll be allowed to be
with the ones we’ve loved

after the clowns come rescue us
from the raging beast
that is this life