Friday, November 6, 2015

The Plow, the Dump Rake, and the Mower - by Audra Kerr Brown

Rotted beasts along sagging
fence lines, backbones
of circular blades rusted
in the tangled vine. Drowned
beneath geometric
shadows of skeletal barns, rakes
like bare ribs poke
toward the looming
sky. How they yearn to belch
blackened smoke, to clear
their throats—a great gnashing
of gears, shafts, spokes, chains—
a collective, mechanical roar,
to once again carve the ground, slash
the hillsides, brand the dirt with a flash
of blinding steel, to ravage the land as
hungry kings on heaving wheels of iron stained
with the blood of the earth.                                                                               

 Audra Kerr Brown lives in southeast Iowa with her husband, daughter, and two cats. Her writing has been published in fine literary magazines such as Popshot, People Holding, Maudlin House, Pithead Chapel, and 3Elements Review. She loves the quiet life and buys every copy of Gone with the Wind that crosses her path.

- The Plow, the Dump Rake, and the Mower first appeared at the publication Psychotic Education  

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