YAMA

YAMA

yam a
mammal not
a vegetable

not
a mineral

be a breast-sucker
that tugs, tugs, tugs

neatly strangled
at birth
  by the cord
that bound me

gave me
my connection until
snip, snip, snap

smart smack to
my derrière to
help rush the Os
to my brain

and now
        have these death-
fearing words pouring
out of
me like crazy

seeking
    the Great Spirit

which is why
rove the plains

on
back of RV
or in
caterpillar-tracked weapon

it is
being much in my nature
to be always about death
find space
         to roam