Ethanol Race
From a corn husker's view
it's quite natural, not new
It's like spit fire under the moon
Lit up like bootleg
and clean as the rows
upon rows upon rows stood divided
Freedom from fumes
so we scrape and exhume
every bone, every shred of our conscience
and we buy the new wheel
just to think and to feel
that we too swim in currents of difference
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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