the man made of himself enough
to buy a ranch to range with horses and bison.
He built the cabins from trees he felled
and fashioned lumber from his own sawmill,
took a Western name and swagger, boots and dungarees,
shot skeet, buddied with a hound dog, flew the flag
with the rattlesnake who generously gives warning
don't tread on me, even to her enemies.
But they got ole Bronz on a fake rape charge
and when thy held him that month in jail
someone killed his dogs. The county pulled some shady
business, cited 100 spurious violations,
to seize his land and post armed guards to keep the man off,
because maybe he'd made some enemies,
and where the law is, the cowboy is left to couch surf.
All this happening in America in this time,
with what recourse left to a guy who'd tried to find
meaning in the open land, in a bison's nature to roam.