We Turn It Under

by Uncle Don BF Fanning we turn it under till the ground and chew up roads and bones spreading dreams across our fields they say rotation spares the crops exhaustion so it is we move our commerce to newer quarters our money once had substance and nutrition but we've freed it --- given souls to numbers and capital's the thing that migrates, now, instead of us, consuming star spawn while we're left behind wagging in the wind like feathers blowing from a truck. This work is licensed [...]