A gentle wafting breeze,
Carresses the tips
Of wheat in the fields.
The ripples pool outwards,
As the waves break on the shore
Of the quiet garden enclosure.
The farmer emerges
From a darkened alley,
And surveys the peaceful tranquility
Of life, bathing in the sunlight,
Growing towards the sky.
He dashes to the machine,
Climbs aboard,
And turns the key.
A roar of power
Rends the silence,
As pungent fumes fill the air,
And death begins his harvest,
Once more... |