The bulldozers are back
and the rain. It’s the neighbor’s
dog who howls and rubs
herself against the fence. A protestor
killed by a bulldozer locked
her knees like wires splitting a field.
I saw it on TV. At night I dream oil
and lug nut shining across the interstate.
Tufts of hair lie wet in the yard.
and the rain. It’s the neighbor’s
dog who howls and rubs
herself against the fence. A protestor
killed by a bulldozer locked
her knees like wires splitting a field.
I saw it on TV. At night I dream oil
and lug nut shining across the interstate.
Tufts of hair lie wet in the yard.
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