I STEP BACK IN TIME

I step back in Time, 
call me Don Quixote
Assuming the form 
of Native American coyotes,
I'm like the Great Comet of 1811
seen by the Muscogees, 
I'm like a primrose 
rising from the swamp: 
Okefenokee. 
Holding up the trophy
like a young King Arthur,
I always hit the bull's eye
like an expert archer,
Cut to the chase 
like a news reporter,
replaced like a martyr,
Maybe I should stay hidden
like the Lochness Monster
so there never has to be a departure
No back-burners, 
no fire-starters
and no need to put on any rusty armor
But instead vanish 
like the ancient tradition
of snake charmers.