rake the cracked auditorium
grasses with gummy eyes
spying through wrecked window frames
to the painted sperm and egg
of rain-swept prairies.
To a palace of glued leaves
to a blue and tide-high October
earth clenching its mad seams
oozes purple wrath
from lips beneath miles of red clay
the baked roofs of cobweb synagogues
forked lightning's promise of grapes
not aged or dried
by the singing scythe.
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