{"sf1_id":1029572,"sf2_id":"3egrrLM1","title":"Hayfield","author":"asherwolfstein","words":136,"posted_at":"2016-06-14T20:48:00.000Z","tags":["Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1029572-hayfield","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/3egrrLM1","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1029572\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"A poem about truck window landscapes. Another staple of words in the wall.","content":"Hayfield  \nBy Asher Wolfstein\n\nFrom heart to hand  \nPouring down the slope  \nTonic fills the gopher holes  \nSubterranean homes drowned out  \nVodka seeps across the cells  \nBrain crevices discolored stand out  \nDitches flow black with bile  \nBlood bubbles up from the depths  \nLumbering carcasses graze  \nRays of sunset light  \nDry out the stench  \nSkeleton beast climbs the height  \nDeathly silhouette against  \nFertilizing pain  \nGreen become yellow becomes grey  \nNothingness fills the sky  \nKills the weeds won't even grow  \nAt the center he lies  \nTrying not to breathe  \nHis dark altered gaze surveys  \nBlock the passage, control the flow  \nShovels cut into the soft gelatinous matter  \nStatic void is his constant foe  \nFour hooved carcasses shake their horns  \nAnd stand in court  \nThey watch every drink  \nThey see every knife  \nThey judge every gun  \nSentencing to life\n\n  \n  \n\n"}