Last Lake

From  Ritual   A slow parade of old west enthusiasts, camp song and hymn, came in along the winding   way where rural declined to suburban, slow riders and wagoners passing a cow staked   to graze, some penned cattle looking vacantly up—not in vacant lots the ancient icons   of wealth they had been in odes, prayers and epics, in sacrifices and customs of bride-price   or dowry.  (It’s good people no longer make blood sacrifices, at gas stations and stores, &nbs