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Corn
Corn
Running through endless
Corridors of razor sharp leaves.
Heat and humidity feels
Like the sweltering of a greenhouse.
The sun slides from the
Eastern part of the sky
Threatening to snuff itself soon
Adding darkness to my confusion.
I try to listen awhile
But someone has shut off
All the familiar sound beacons
Leaving me like a sightless ship at sea.
I plod along row after
Row, tripping over clumps of
Soil that have petrified from
The solar oven.
Just before dusk, I hear
A large engine turn over,
Shaking the ground with
Its eager combustions.
I hear a whirring sound
That is all too familiar.
This combine pulled
Fluffy the cat into its maw last season.
The hungry blades get closer
As I stumble over clods of dirt.
There is an opening ahead
That is just ten strides more.
I sprint to close the distance
Only to have a nest of rocks
Grab my feet and dump me on
My back.
The blades whisper
All the evil things they did to Fluffy
As they gnash and churn,
Encouraging me to scream.
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I am encouraged to scream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH can you hear me??? LOL
