Posted by malthus on July 31, 2004, at 5:57:55
In reply to Re: poem ... Blowin' Past G.O.D. on Route 280, 198, posted by Jai Narayan on July 30, 2004, at 20:02:58
Tobacco Run
5:30am
State Road is hollow
Earlier metal death machine
Has taken her
Fawn blank eyes
Staring out
Twisted
Her long deer legs
Lifeless white spots
Dampness still clinging
To her black nostrils
Mother mourning
In the strip of woods
Lining the killing floor
Gasping, hand covering mouth
Seeping eyes, unsteady
On my tobacco run.
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