Two Poems by G.B. Ryan



Hands at side, on your back
on a sliding table
headfirst into a tube,
panic button in reach,
you know you must not move.

The electronic sounds
begin, warble in twos,
go solo, disappear,
reappear as combos
in minimal rhythms,
unplaceable thumping.

Baby bats are crying
for their mothers who call
back, their gaping mouths full
of trapped squealing insects.

A calm tech assesses
the amount you can take.


Despite a huge head and thick skull
a bison can run
up to 35 miles per hour.

At Yellowstone Park
bison injure more visitors
than grizzly bears do.

The Morton County Sheriff’s Department
recounted how Standing Rock protestors
against the Dakota Access Pipeline
rode on horseback behind a bison herd
to stampede it toward law enforcement.

You know they had to see how it would look –
a posse of white dudes fighting the Sioux
get themselves run over by buffalo.

G.B. Ryan was born in Ireland and graduated from University College Dublin.  He is a ghostwriter in New York City.  Elkhound published his WHO YOU NEED TO START A RIOT in May 2017.   His poems are nearly all about incidents that involve real people in real places and use little heightened language.