Empty Pockets/Death of the Family Farm

 

The sun sears the field

on a blistering day

suffocating stalks of corn

they gasp

 

A lone farmer stands

and surveys the crop

wondering if this

is the end

 

Empty pockets so deep

that they form

a death shadow

the family farm

is dead

 

 





Poetry by Hans Bump
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Written on 2022-03-05 at 18:09

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
This is simply brilliant; a spare evocation of a rural tragedy.
2022-04-20


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Provocative and prophetic I fear. Brilliantly surgical writing!
2022-03-05