Yellow Field
in the scorched, yellow field.
Beside me, my weapon --
a sharp, wooden sword
carefully carved
by my own hand.
Butterflies circle
my weak, bony wrist,
easily measured
by anyone's circle of touch.
You know, pointer to thumb.
Horses -- there are two --
and the gray, right side
of the farmer's house
is vertically splintered
like ancient train tracks
heading to heaven.
Only the shutters are solid.
Shade turns
all windows gray.
Resting there,
I see you, Stand by Me.
I feel the horrible quiet.
I hear the sudden whistle,
and along with the boys,
I am running
for my life,
lost in a surprise
game of chicken.
I know the scene.
I know the speed.
We are one.
Jesus Christ,
I can smell the dead man.
Eternally, I am trapped
inside a thin, striped T-shirt,
racing River
in the openness,
tripping on the ties, forever
eleven. Yes, I am in love
with spiders.
C.A. MacConnell
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