Mad Amazon

I'm digging trenches
in the backyard in the snow.
I'm eating frozen worms.

A winter solstice approaches.

Half-naked and muscular,
I bind just one breast
and throw spears at the sky.

I carry a Rambo knife
and play with it in the light.
I sharpen it every night by moonlight
and set your horses free.

I can't hunt.

In the past I would sometimes
take it out and show it to people
to make them go away.

Now natives line up to watch me.
I want them to leave.
They should see that I've gone mad,
but instead they want to befriend me.

I don't know why.
I can't save anyone
from anything.

I'm just digging.