Author: CarrieLynn Reinhard
Pastures to penthouses,
ploughshares to timeshares,
putting out to field gathers new meaning
as smelt roses are bottled for wholesale.
Nowadays sheep drive sedans,
and cows drive big rigs.
An ewe's worth is measured by the
expensive, familial leather she sits upon.
Cowboys have strapped on
black and white, and wail their sirens,
tracking the forward progress of their keep
from the sky's omnipotent objectivity.
Pretty posies pinned to their shanks
with hats so jaunty on their horns
they break their teacups, and cry
over the spilt milk of their ancestors.
Visions of milkmaids stroking, stroking,
streaming through the satellite dish.
The height of their intelligence tumbles
into the basement of their desires.
The shepherd's bones house rats
and sprinkle ghastly tunes across
the frozen wastes of Nature's breasts.
dry, dust, desolate, dearth, decay, death
Abandoned farms full of figure eights,
carved in bedrock by drunken sows.
Bonfires blaze off Farmer John's loins.
Trees whither and fall, their roots severed.
With a firm grasp God yanks the tablecloth
and the spires of the city shatter.
Pavement and clay all fall away.
Now all are the Devil's clowns.
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