Another for the light farms

                         The Steel spends the owl,

<<a knife fight,

a fifty-seven fired

out from the corn-

rows—the sign

of a stranger>>

                                              swoons,    as it crashes,

                                            spends   its  last sigh,  swoons

                                         suddenly   so  sleepsick

                                     below the Moon,

                             eyes   shocked and liquid

                   down & down

             to the profligate stalks,

        a last nightflight gone electric

      feathers cataract, the stars turn

        psychedelic the eyes

                 prism the light farms

                      

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