# Hayfield

Author: asherwolfstein
Tags: Poetry

A poem about truck window landscapes. Another staple of words in the wall.

Hayfield  
By Asher Wolfstein

From heart to hand  
Pouring down the slope  
Tonic fills the gopher holes  
Subterranean homes drowned out  
Vodka seeps across the cells  
Brain crevices discolored stand out  
Ditches flow black with bile  
Blood bubbles up from the depths  
Lumbering carcasses graze  
Rays of sunset light  
Dry out the stench  
Skeleton beast climbs the height  
Deathly silhouette against  
Fertilizing pain  
Green become yellow becomes grey  
Nothingness fills the sky  
Kills the weeds won't even grow  
At the center he lies  
Trying not to breathe  
His dark altered gaze surveys  
Block the passage, control the flow  
Shovels cut into the soft gelatinous matter  
Static void is his constant foe  
Four hooved carcasses shake their horns  
And stand in court  
They watch every drink  
They see every knife  
They judge every gun  
Sentencing to life

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