wasn't it lovely? wasn't it a propos?
the doe on the wood pyre, waiting for salvation.
the spent placenta on the ground, the freshly depleted sac and the swarm of insects, thick.
the entrails in the corn field, plowed straight to the bone.
littered with the fragmented remains of a late harvest.
the death of the wild and the innocent.
the death of you and me.
funeral pyre for a wild wild doe.
she died giving birth and her baby is nowhere in sight.
the crimson of the naked corn cob flesh. flecks of gold, its last hurrah. the last hard useless plastic seeds.
nearly all the corn grown in the US is inedible as-is. is this that useless corn?
what the hell kind of place is this anyway?
the doe on the wood pyre, waiting for salvation.
the spent placenta on the ground, the freshly depleted sac and the swarm of insects, thick.
the entrails in the corn field, plowed straight to the bone.
littered with the fragmented remains of a late harvest.
the death of the wild and the innocent.
the death of you and me.
funeral pyre for a wild wild doe.
she died giving birth and her baby is nowhere in sight.
the crimson of the naked corn cob flesh. flecks of gold, its last hurrah. the last hard useless plastic seeds.
nearly all the corn grown in the US is inedible as-is. is this that useless corn?
what the hell kind of place is this anyway?
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