Miserable Landscape

Miserable Landscape The scene I knew as child was undulating flat and the ocean of straw that mirrored the sky, light and dark, punctuated by islets of farms peopled by folks who lived a life of conformity when not driving to a town that sold booze and gets sinfully drunk scaring wife and animals, and skulking morosely in the barn was looking for a bottle that is not empty. The bottomless pain of silence and the message that so and so had hung himself in the rafter and Thinking if I have to endure another winter… The wind always blew clouds hurried across the sky nothing here, but the endless sulk off the hapless