Time Travel Is All I've got Left

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In the eye of a war
fought in a wilderness of prairie and river,
murdered settlers, burned out villages,
buffalo and elk, eagle overhead
warning me 
that my romantic view of a life
at the end of its century
where I wander, not quite an outcast,
but homeless 
at bay in an endless grassland
is not what it seems.
I’ve lost my gun and my horse,
no one but me and my old dog.
Where do I go from here?

It’s not World War II
more like the Plains Indian wars
fought in a wilderness of prairie and river,
mountains and hidden streams,
murdered settlers, burned out villages,
buffalo and elk, eagles overhead.
My romantic view of a life
at the end of its century
where I wander, not quite an outcast,
but homeless 
at bay in an endless grassland.
I’ve lost my gun and my horse,
no one but me and my old dog.
Where do I go from here?