King of the Rockies

Vigilant Grizzly King
Atop his glacial throne
Narrows his eyes
He watches his valleys
His ridges and hills
Berries freckling his trails
Elk stooping at his rivers
Marmots and chipmunks
Busking scraps from his hikers
Migratory RV’s stampede his roads
Leave food and stink on everything
This is his valley
All that is in it is his
All who enter are his
Nothing leaves unless he wills it
Bow before your king

-T. Weeks
(A response to
“The Rounded Catalogue Divine Complete”)