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CARNAGE

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Riding perimeters
of groves in his ancient truck,
I saw the rows of
peach carnage, speeding
passage, through a windshield
caked with old splattered mud.

Mud: something I hadn't seen
since my birthday
two years ago come next week,
when the world around me
still held a semblance of green.

With my dad driving,
weathered brow furrowed like the
rows of his tinder-dried fields
giving up the ghost,
the spectrum of futures, dying.


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