The problem with this canyon is that it doesn’t know it’s a canyon, so it will go on being a canyon until someone stops it from being a canyon.

This canyon has moods. Its moods can’t be contained. It’s cold wind, warm wind, hot wind. It’s the echoes of coyotes howling from the land and hawks and vultures screeching in the air. It takes on all these sounds, all this movement, without thought, without hesitation, without common sense.

We want to put this canyon in a long-term program so it can learn how to be a church lot or a fractional-ownership community. Anything but a canyon. Maybe a golf course or a shopping mall. Maybe a water park or an RV site. We need more of those. What we don’t need is more canyons.

This canyon is a burden to the taxpayer. It never gets any better at not being a canyon. We’ve tried everything we can with no luck. This canyon doesn’t listen. This canyon doesn’t learn. This canyon doesn’t stay on task. It won’t tell us its history. It doesn’t answer our questions. It just goes on and on about rivers and rocks and how it’s millions of years old, all evidence of its derangement.

We can’t help this canyon if this canyon won’t cooperate.

We don’t need any more canyons here in these canyons which are always annoyingly so canyonlike. Canyons should be outlawed. They should be jailed. They should be shocked into being what we want them to be.

This lousy canyon. This maniacal canyon. Such a waste, such a terrible waste.

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The last sentence of this poem is from the ending of Charles Bukowski’s poem “Paper and People.”