Jason Zachary Guest
Wind churns Her understory ... and trash,
Tumbling on grounds of coveted freight
Which both unearthed and birthed the obscene.
Labored with hands torn, they groom their born
As gazing eyes retreat to the dance
And flight of fanciful figurines.
Piles of lamb's wool bundle upon blue,
While brow with spade under shade furrow –
Nature sullied by finger-machines.
Without end they unfold;
The red cherry — "Behold!"
Such work only forgiven by Mother.
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