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A Field of Heath At Night
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Senior Year College A man is sitting like the back of a throat,
his cries silenced by silhouettes
of stalks that stalk one another
in rows that row methodically
in unseen oceans.
Stifly swaying, unnerving
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Disturbingly funny -
Like watching cartoons in another language.
Try to wade through it
and your legs will be like mine.
Cut and bruised, slightly bleeding
Soreness that causes you to stop in the middle,
your wounds hidden below the heath
stuck like a mutated stalk yourself
addressing me as your fellow captive.
And you'll call and you'll call,
but there's no need to respond.
The moon, meanwhile, sits
like the back of a throat
screaming psalms of reason and purity
that are silenced
by stalks
that stalk.
