Summer moon eats away dark like
In his field, the farmer
finds his way through
Indiana’s version of
Out in Newport,
great beast. Smoke plumes: iridescence
Four decades later, on the other side of the world,
of good people’s
Still, men till
stronger than those buildings, stands.
strikes an orange glow,
skate against the plant’s walls; National
Whispers upon a national
At night, farmers, hunched-over, and dirt-
bruised with decades of silverware indentations.
corn from their own fields,
Always death. Always love.
Leaves burn in backyards.
ladies’ hands. Smoke billows across open
the nation: Signals of a fire close enough