General Custer and Madonna
met near the Bozeman trail
in a motel room complete
with Gideon’s bible and stationary,
and a guest questionnaire.
She loved his golden locks;
he loved her risqué videos.
Elizabeth told him, “You can look
but don’t touch.”
History will tell us
they were looking for gold
when the Yellowstone washed over them,
stripping off their clothes.
All around them, the bones
of buffalo danced;
five hundred cavalry men
whooped and hollered and rode
their horses into a wet frenzy.
Could Custer and Madonna
deliver all that they promised?
The bare brown hills trembled,
grass stroked the wind.
It would be Custer’s last stand.
It turned Madonna off.
Custer charged when he should
have waited. Madonna exhausted him
and waited for reinforcements.