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It's about the dilemma of the coyote who swam to Alcatraz: https://www.sfgate.com/local/article/sf-coyote-alcatraz-relocation-21327736.php

Only canid on the island Endless food but my friends are silent Clever, never was I swept away Instead, followed visions of pay day

Fought to voyage here cross-current Where the flighted congregate in throngs And they left their guard down too long They sing only of their peacetime songs

Sole coyote Triumphant Feeding on the abundance Lord of this meager circumference But nobody knows me Comfort cannot console me My camaraderie’s gone from existence

Now I’m baron of this rock The prison chief Terror of your flock A flail of god left free to run amok

But when I raise my throat to cry to kin I’m confused that they’re not answering I found the Mecca, the Valhalla, mirror-land But perhaps I drowned instead of swam

And from the softly lapping shore, you cannot hear this Can I bridge this distance What could I leave this land of plenty for I’d vow to keep it and perhaps that is my weakness Contented with the fatted land As my anchor I do as I please But it doesn’t matter