
gaur dp 339
immoveable
ancient as diamonds
gaur are statues against green
mountains
ridge their backs
heads
a saddle between
where water gathers in the wet
the female line
zigzags
the sloped hillside
Matagavaam
mother of the gaur
stands like a giant fortress
at the base
inverting the mountain
top
early risers
greet the day
moaning low
at night
a multitude
of sickle moons
graze
long-sighted eyes
horns almost a circle
pale summer grass
coloured
rufous coats shining
under a full harvest moon
left alone
their only fight
is with time
bulls eyeline
their rivals
if out weighed
they walk away out
horns still
reaching for the sky
but be fearful of Matagavaam
who’ll whistle up her team
circle the youngsters
and gore
even one with tiger courage
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