Buffalo

Breathe on me my buffalo

Your eye warms to a warning

of a death without words

I am here

Laughter swallowing cups of pride

Inside it paints me

With a bitterness I loathe

For the future tributes

A tome sunny green

Breathe on me my buffalo

Your eye warms to a warning

of a death without words

I am here

Laughter swallowing cups of pride

Inside it paints me

With a bitterness I loathe

For the future tributes

A tome sunny green

The buffalo from buffalo

who are buffaloed by the buffalo

from buffalo

Buffalo are the buffalo from buffalo

And all's above lay

Pay tribute to the future death

of our tome Sunny green.