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Corn Field

1.

A house was parked
floating
on a vineyard where

scarecrows frowned upon a funeral.

The mother said,
“And this is where you were made –”
pointing to the area

between

her legs.

2.

That winter,
corn stalks
and cactus leaves

coexisted.

The child pictured
a machine
fueled

by wax and steel,

by jars of small glass eyes –

3.

And he pointed to where
he buried a vessel

where the roots

of unseen cactus
could feast

on the young.

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