Bein’ Cheated

Wildfires ravage a land already gravely injured by,
dry, red grasses. Cheat grass they call it.
Cheated the soil of its’ water, before July.
Cheated the bison of hearty feed, of real grass.
Cheated the occupants of their food and clothing source,
creating a debt beyond loss.
Blackened ashy fence posts no longer uphold wires,
that stopped the migration for a time.