Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 13, 2014

The Farmer~by Dennis John Ferado



The Farmer

In bedrooms hunger sounds
loud clawing mattress pain
Raping taking names away
Buzzing flies, snakes, spiders
Poised to strike, to sicken,
To kill

Run down betwixt the hairs of my chest
Cooling dripping sweat
Sun-scalded shoulders, bacon-burnt
Rock-hearted Mother
Unpenatrable, ungiving
Baked by solar blasting
Beneath busted feet

Casting stones up through leather skin
Not wheat, not corn, not rice, not life
To mend this scab of land

Dennis John Ferado Copyright 2014

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