Peoria, Tazewell, And Woodford: Here, There & Everywhere

After The Septic Tank Caved In by Mike Foster

AFTER THE SEPTIC TANK CAVED IN

 

The umber poison

Comes mucking up,

Drooling out of the maw

Of the back-hoe.

 

Forty years of shit,

Siena, rich against

The redeeming black earth.

 

Black jewelry water froths

Down in the widening hole.

Black bubbles burst

On a shallow lake in hell.

 

The John Deere, Saurian

Browses in this swamp,

Eating steadily, a thing whose brain

Says only: “Eat!”

 

Amber conduit carries dim messages

From the brain to the claw.

The maw oozes our fathers’ slime

The brain is a man who smokes a pipe

Who wears a hat lit by a flying ear of corn.

 

This septic memorare of the poison men

Leave behind them; this mausoleum

To the prince of stinks; all this gold we turned to brown.

Only black can heal us now,

That only now.

 

28 February 1976Foster Farm

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This entry was posted on January 29, 2016 by in History, Life Experiences, Mike Foster, Poetry and tagged , , .
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