Chemo—all summer ![]() now each morning before dawn my neighbor’s 12 head of cattle ![]() walk up from the wooded lot and the pond at the back end of his property ![]() to stand milling in small groups or off alone ![]() the sky—rigid the grasses ![]() the air, rushing—still: and the cattle as well ![]() otherwise ![]() in fury eating day eating darkness and time who come without pity or dream shining little teeth: how perfectly they are dying |
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