Farm Life

        published in Tipton Poetry Journal, 2009

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Last week,

someone woke up the animals at midnight,

made them howl.

The sound woke me,

and I woke you, 

and we went to the barn

to find all the kids and goats dead, bloodless.

Yesterday evening,

our neighbors murdered

their visiting relatives,

and the people in the trailer park

in town hanged themselves

from the Main Street lamp posts.

Our cats and horses

ran away early this morning,

leaving the dogs and sheep and llamas

to fend for themselves.

 

Just remember,

moving to the country

was your idea.