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About Poetry Other Exits Back to Artemisu! ______________________________________________ Once I had stood among a field. In waving gold, a benevolence now destroyed. There is no way to tell now. Through your body it makes its way; stops to decompose in silence. Torso ripe with anguish and fluid; hands grip convulsing. Convenience decimating all it touched. They held autopsied intestines in gloved fingers, pointed to court, and slammed the gavel. Forced to wait here. You sit on cold rigidity, head in hands. Across nations the green rose; fell again. A lung closes up, and coughing overwhelms as a cog slips out and leaks seed. On its way, wind blows and seed finds path to soil. Earth overturned. They looked on from behind glass, worker bees busy, and smiled. Metal manufactured here. Reviewing organs determined total control. Your liver, in your isolation, churns out bile. You had thought about the years spent drowning from sorrow, and as your hands shake clutching the dirtied sink, face white, you sob for the first time in years. Your wife will never see you again; you are theirs now. They did not care; extracted the blackened liver from the frail farmer who passed on a concrete floor. Rot from seed, they found; bacteria linked to the lining. A new cover up, a denial of broad scale. The grain took anew; benevolence now destroyed. Once I had stood among a field, and no one was left to see. Myself.
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