Ranching Inner City
I heard someone scream
And a body fly into a corral gate.
The smack of a 160 lbs man,
The steel reverberating like a drum.
I almost woke to help
But then I remembered
Poverty moved me out of the country.
My neighbors, stacked on top of my house
Shouldn't have a cattle pin.
And if they do, that's their fault.
Cows weren't permitted on our lease!
Knowing no one was dying I went back to sleep.