Death Farm Poems

A rotted old house deep in the South
Was where I learned to shut my mouth
And keep my stockings high and my hems low
And take care...

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The dry, frayed ends of autumn, the garden 
charred by successive waves of night frosts, 
the scent of wild grapes in the air.

Outside the kitchen’s...

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It’s quite a thing to lay a life to rest,
to place rocks over roots rotten with age,
cover leaves once green with soil, sodden from rain.

Conceived...

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Oh, the piggy loves you
The piggy loves me
The piggy is homeless, 
yessiree. 

Give the pig a cookie
Give the pig a bed
Or maybe a sarcophagus, 
in...

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In autumn's breath, leaves fall, life's fading sight,
Ephemeral blooms succumb to endless night.
Death's grip extends, unyielding and severe,
Bound by its grasp, we all must face...

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O ancient forlorn lonesome heath! 
O thou that saddest jewel sells! 
O Hardy's favorite rustic god ! 
In heart of world Thy phantom dwells

I can...

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Beneath billowing sack cloth tent 
An auctioneer jibber-jabbers his words.
Below his red mahogany dais
Sit Fifty Amish American women and girls.
Black-bonnet-ed, bidder-number in hand, 
they chirp...

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Czeslawa Kwoka              
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I wait for the heat
of the Allis Chalmers crawler’s engine
to fill the tarped in space
where I sit huddled
next to levers, gauges and knobs.
The crawler seems...

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O Goaty Goat, where are your totes?
The ferry boat is near.
You’re headed out to far off lands,
when you return, unclear.

O Goaty Goat, where is your...

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The Clock
David J Walker

Remember when 
	The seed was planted 
And you thought then 
	It must have been 
A clock
	And it was

Remember seeing the 
Rays of...

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The soil so rich
     tall corn grew true
   The milk was sweet
     from our Bessie's...

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95%

John walked out the front door. 
The screen slammed behind him. 
It was very loud in the stillness of the day. 

The man looked out...

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Its skeletal bones bare
Eyes still stare 
All that remains is the soul
A drift as a shadow lingers there
A bare bulb blares
sways absently silently 
in the...

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I am a warrior and not a warmonger
The weapons of my warfare 
Are not of this world
But they are mighty through God

I am a warrior,...

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